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Usually a chapter 6 means that a story is going very well and it employers the readers to read on, but this isn't usually and you the reader should not read on.
Whoa chapter six feeling special!
"It was terrible!" "Do you not feel it wasn't all that wise to be in his room in the first place Be?" Beatrice folded her arms in front of her lacy brown corset flopping down in front of Lemony Snicket with a quick huff. "Well maybe not but it still was…I don't know…he'll never talk to me again. Lem when we get married you aren't going to get mad if I go into your room right?" Lemony carefully put down his cloak and shook his head. "No not at all Be," "Good we can get married and have three children and then we can go for picnics and stay out all night dancing." She flashed him a beaming smile before putting on a sailor's hat. "Think its to much?" Lemony slipped on a mask and softly smiled back at her. "No its a good disguise." "You look like the phantom of the opera!" Beatrice took off her hat and fished around in the trunk for a few more things. "You shouldn't worry to much about the young man I'm sure if he wants to be your friend he'll over look it. At any rate he'll have to get over it we all work together and-" "Oh my GOODNESS! I forgot my bag in the park!" "Your bag?" Beatrice flung off her new secretary wig and made her way to the front door. "Yes my viper felt duffel! Lem I'm so sorry! I'll be back in a jiffy!" "I can take you there," She flung open the door, "No that's all right I'll be right back!" Beatrice threw herself out his front down and sprinted down the street.
"She is really a piece of work hmm?" Kit came into view with a gallon of green paint and two paint brushes. Lemony turned to Kit just as she bent forward to rearrange his mask, "She's coming back," "I hope so she left all her things, I'm going out with Jacque to paint the house green." With that Kit skipped past Lemony and shut the door behind her. Not a moment after she had done that than the door bell rung.
Lemony slowly got up and popped open the door. The Baudelaire son stood in front of him dressed as the outrageous and sarcastic Ford Prefect, from the black tie to the zany blazer he was head to toe disguised. "Hi, Lemony?"
"Yes,"
"Wow phantom of the opera,"
"Ford Prefect," "Yah I had to infiltrate a Slatibartfast birthday party but that isn't important the important thing is I have this bear." He reached into his coat and presented a brown teddy bear in a pink dress and a matching bow, "You see Beatrice was over at my house the other day and well to be short I didn't want to appear stalkerish so I figured I would give the bear to you and well she knows you so if she wanted to talk to me again I mean I must've seemed totally shocked by the whole ordeal last time than she would take the bear and come to my home. I see it as sort of a okay lets start over present. If she doesn't want to talk to me when she gets the bear than I will not bother her ever again." Lemony took off his mask to make sure he was hearing him right, the bear slipped into his hand it was soft and rather cute.
The Ford disguised Baudelaire nodded, "Thank you I have to go now, get changed and then speed down to the vermilion fey deli." Lemony watched him get back on to his bike and take off down the road. Kit leaned down from the arch of the front door. "He seemed nice," She spoke calmly from her upside down position, "Uh huh," "You going to give it to her?" "Um yes of course." But Lemony wasn't sure the moment flashed back to Beatrice digging in the chest speaking of marring him. Lemony liked the idea of spending the rest of his life with Beatrice but the bear its big black eyes stared back at him with pools of unconditional and hidden love. The bear itself was finely made and as Lemony turned it over in his hands he realized its dress was real silk and the bow was pure cotton the fur had been deep cleaned and then scented like cookie dough, the eyes were actually new and rounder and smoother than any marble or glass Lemony had ever seen. The son had paid a pretty penny for the bear, nobody would pay that much to give it to just a friend.
"I'm back and here to stay at least till dinner." Beatrice graced Lemony with her presents, she pushed him playfully back into his home. Lemony watched Beatrice walk into the kitchen and let out a sigh as she opened a cabinet, he could give her the bear and tell her what the Baudelaire said or he could tuck the bear away never worry about him again and marry the stunning and attractive Beatrice. It would be so easy so very easy…"You want sandwiches?" Beatrice was holding a loaf of bread. Just throw the bear onto the couch and go make sandwiches, don't ruin your future Lemony. "Beatrice," Lemony's voice almost failed him, "Yes?" She came towards him as he entered the kitchen, with pain he handed her the beautiful bear, her face lit up, "Its beautiful Lem!" "He brought it here for you Be," Lemony felt his throat tightening up, Beatrice knew who he was her head jerked up to stare at Lemony. "He said if you wanted to start over than to take the bear and come over to his house." Beatrice hugged the bear to her chest and then hugged Lemony. "OH my GOOOODENNESSS I have to go seee him! I have to meet him and then we can start over and be friends and and! Oh my GOODNESS! Lemony I have to goooooo! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH! I'll see you tomorrow!" She jumped over the chest and darted out the door. Lemony felt the air leaving his body, the whole kitchen seemed to be fading fast his head was spinning and tears were pooling in his pale eyes. The kitchen floor was consuming him, "Lem!" Kit came racing in caked with green paint, he had just given up the love of his life the one just for him and frankly it hurt.
Depressing?