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How unlucky of you! While on your way to the happiest little elf story you were linked to my very unfortunate story Chapter three. Please go to the top of the web page and click the back button immediately. Depart from this woeful story before it is to late.
As a fine writer once said Don't own 'em just think dirty thoughts about 'em
Beatrice fidgeted, her fingers closed around her skirt of murky blue time and time again. Beatrice was an extremely nervous person, standing by the black waters of Briny Beach she couldn't have been more nervous if she had to stop a bomb in a dynamite factory with a paper clip and pen, knee high in drying cement. "I found you!" Enter Baudelaire. "Oh that is um…Hi!" She gave a weak wave as he came up in front of her. "So I'm" Squawk! Squawk! "Baudelaire" "Sea gulls… I think white is such a lovely color its rare around here you know" Beatrice looked down at her feet than let out a thin laugh. "You were lovely with the bells" Baudelaire ah my type writer was jammed. Where was I? Oh yes he was the kind of person that completed things with out any effort, he glided on a silver lined cloud. He was extremely generous and at the age of 16 couldn't have been more charming or kind if you had beat him over the head with a lollipop while it rained m&ms and then showered him with kitties and puppies. He was almost never mean to me almost… "I…I wasn't sure I was the only other bell player. The other woman sounded far better which I guess is okay because she is extremely "In" and "In" is being "In" which is a good thing. She probably practiced 20 hours a day and drunk high quality coffee from Starbucks"
When Beatrice was nervous she usually enjoyed taking her nervousness out on the person she was nervous about in the form of rapid rather plausible talking. "And Starbucks is really expensive but she is rich and her daddy bought her this real bad smelling perfume that is so gross it smells like someone ran a rusty car into a putrid river of sewage and the car was full of dirty kitty litter and old bananas! Oh sorry" He was smiling at her listening to every word. "I'm listening fully" A gentle smile, Beatrice rocked back on her heels flashing a nervous smile back at him,
"You play the violin fluently"
"Played it all my life" Beatrice nodded sliding her hands into a cupping gesture, she was cold. The sea breeze was curling around her like a Venus fly trap. "I" "You look cold" He cut her short by reach out to hold her hands within his. Beatrice blushed feverishly. "You're funny I like you," Beatrice felt him squeeze her hands. "Funny? Is that good I mean are you making fun of me-because if you are I would rather you not and." He was laughing, "You and me are friends Beatrice I can tell" Beatrice shut up and let her new friend guide her back to the party, "We are?" "Yes" She suppressed a giggle but gently wiggled her fingers in his. "You have to meet my good friend Lemony Snicket" "Snicket? I know a Kit Snicket" "They're related!" Beatrice was thrilled to have met such a swell young man and made future plans in her mind to get to know him better.
The beginning of a beautiful life huh? How depressing…