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Epilogue
I rambled around with my comrades for several months, searching out the people I had despised since high school. I looked for my old home and visited my father. I entered and asked him how life had been in the same tone he had used when I was young and had been expelled from school. He told me that he was sorry for what he did, and I did not buy it ffor one second. I became angry and hit him. I told him it was punishment for what he had done to me, and I discontinued because I did not want to hurt him too much. I left the house, but before I went to another area I threw a lit match at it. I drove off as the flames spread throughout the home. I torched several other places, including the school that had shunned me and the abandoned building before moving oh to the VFD headquarters. I chipped a small piece of marble from the wall and torched it as well.
The next day I drove by the house of some old family friends, the Baudelaires. I peered in the window at the children inside and quckly became jealous; why should they have such a perfect life when mine had been so miserable? I watched as the children exited the house, first an older girl with a young baby and then a boy who was a bit younger than the girl. They boarded a trolley and left as I snuck around back and torched their home.
A few days later I found a house and settled in. That night I recieved a phone call from some banker; I think his name was Mr. Pope or something like that. He told me that he had heard about the Baudelaire fire and was taking the children to live with me. He told me that he would be in charge of their parent's fortune until the eldest child came of age. I realized the things I could do with that amount of money and agreed to adopt the children. He agreed and I smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
To this day I do not know if the Baudelaire parents survived the fire, but if they did, I will find them. The children are now with some Kit girl, whom I am not familiar with, but as I drive this car towards the last remaining VFD headquarters in the world, I can tell you one thing, and that one thing is this: my life has not been a pleasent one, but I will find a way to make it up. I refuse to live a life filled with this much despair again. I am not just a villain, I am a person, and somehow, somewhere, I will find a way to break the chain of unfortunate events that is my life.
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Sugary Snicket