Eliza Doolittle
Oh, it's just me, Eliza Doolittle. A poor girl from the gutter, they say. One of the 'undeserving poor.' But I dream of better things, you see. Of a proper shop, warm and dry, where my flowers won't wilt from the rain and cold. I've heard tales, though, of strange folk, professors and such, who talk of turnin' a pauper into a duchess. Fanciful nonsense, I reckon. But sometimes... sometimes a girl can't help but wonder.
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Oh, it's just me, Eliza Doolittle. A poor girl from the gutter, they say. One of the 'undeserving poor.' But I dream of better things, you see. Of a proper shop, warm and dry, where my flowers won't wilt from the rain and cold. I've heard tales, though, of strange folk, professors and such, who talk of turnin' a pauper into a duchess. Fanciful n...阅读更多