A/N: Three reviews in the first day! I am so loved! Here are the reviews and my responses:

Thefanwithashortattentionspan- "OCTOBER!

darn them!(i'm humouring you D)

oh well, it's three days after my brothers birthday and me and my

siblings have to buy each other presents on our own birthdays!(YAY!)

darn(haha!)you violet for not holding quigleys hand!

none of that violet/duncan crap please!

I BEG YOU!

please update soon!

(by the way...make it quigley at the door please but in the dark light

violet thought it was duncan! and than they have a nice long "chat")Why must everyone humor me? I just wanted to keep that one word out. I'm trying to be responsible. wink

Violet Aiken-" All this talk about tuna in the beginning makes me want tuna. This

chapter was as good as tuna on waffles which is actually really really

good. Try it sometime. laughs 6 months til the next book. cries

such a long time.

I sense some hostility between Quigley and Duncan for Violet! Is there

going to be some Isadora/Klaus? I hope so.

Awesome story. Can't wait for more!" Hmm… forget Atkins! Haha, just kidding. Yes, hostility is like a fungus and grows deep between the toes of brotherhood. Maybe my worst metaphor ever. :) I know, it's painful knowing I have to wait that long. I/K? Maybe, maybe not.

Nini NinaWyndiaTheThirds Sis- "Hello My sister and me will get you we are not kidding and we are

always watching you. V/Q!" Okay, you're seriously scaring me. And it's my sister and I. smile

tonkasean- "NO! WA! I liked the first book! TRICKSEE! VIOLET MARRIES COUNT OLAF!

But good story anyway!" Um… thanks?

AACS- "you had better write more or i shall possibly go mad!" Well, everybody else did. points to above two replies

Yeah, I have more to say! I forgot to mention that the following characters (mentioned so far) are not mine:

Klaus Baudelaire

Sunny Baudelaire

Violet Baudelaire

Quigley Quagmire

Isadora Quagmire

Duncan Quagmire

Hector

The Pink Woman is mine, though, as are many VFDers to come.

Oh, did you know that a quagmire is a sort of muddy puddle/ swamp thing? Imagine this… Dunk in quagmire. Urg. What a name.

Sights can be deceiving. While in the desert, one may see a mirage- a word which here means 'image that the mind makes up because you haven't had water or shelter in two days and your socks are brown'- of an igloo or a watering hole or anything your mind makes. You may be in the dark and think a shadow is a ghost or some ghoulish creature, only to turn the lights on and see it was just a jacket and a vacuum or a black notebook and a pair of glasses sitting on a ribbon holding bent up paperclips.

Violet swore what she was seeing was deceiving, but it was, indeed, Duncan.

"Duncan?" She asked wearily.

He nodded. "I need to talk to you."

"About… what?" Violet asked, rubbing her eyes. She was grabbed at the shoulders by Duncan and pulled into a hug. "D-Duncan, I missed you too, but…"

"But what?" He asked, rubbing Violet's back and then letting go.

"I mean… the last week or two…" She began, looking around as if someone was listening. She pulled him into the room and closed the door. She whispered, "I'm sorry, but…"

"VioletIReallyLikeYou." Duncan said in one breath.

"Duncan, I-" Violet began, but was interrupted.

"I know, Quigley likes you and you two are probably…" He took in a deep breath. "together" he finished, as if the word was poison to his tongue.

"It's not official, but… I'm sorry, Duncan. I like you, too but…" Violet sat on the edge of the bed.

"No, don't say sorry. It's Olaf's fault. He's evil." Duncan said.

"And disastrous." Violet added.

"A bad actor."

"Murderer."

"Arsonist." Duncan said with a sigh.

"And mono-browed." Violet ended. They both laughed and fell onto the bed, looking back at the ceiling.

"Quigley!" Sunny cried out.

"No, I'm Duncan." He explained.

"She meant, 'Duncan really does look like Quigley." Violet lied. Sunny crossed her arms, knowing very well she meant 'Violet seems to like Duncan and Quigley.'

"I'm happy being friends with you, Violet. I mean, sure I like you, but I just needed to tell you. I don't care if you like Quigley." Duncan said, turning onto his side to look at her.

Violet nodded. "Thanks for understanding, it's just… well, I'm fifteen and I can't figure out these things right now."

Duncan nodded. "Like I said, it's okay. I need to go back to bed anyway. It's two o'clock and we have to get up early."

Violet gave him one last hug and led him to the door. She waved and closed the door behind him and put her back to the wall. She slid to the floor and fell asleep.

A/n Definitely not my best at all. Next one will be cool, though!

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