Dear readers, I will use this time to introduce to you a poet by the name of Emily Dickinson.

Emily Dickinson is an American female poet who lived in the 1800s and, although her poems were never published by her own free will, her poems were well known for her thoughts on death.

An example of this would be her poem,' My life closed twice before its close.'
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My life closed twice before its close—
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
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I believe that if Ms. Dickinson was to have known of Violet Baudelaire situation in her 'new' life then she would agree that this poem suited Violet best.
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"The movie was really strange, but I liked it," Klaus said as they came out of the movie theater after watching Detective Dart: the final jump.

"I thought it was really cute but Uncle Monty, how did they get a poison dart frog to not kill anyone? Doesn't the toxin come from its skin?" Violet asked.

"Actually the Phyllobates terribilis have great toxicity derive this from their diet of ants, mites and termites but with a more variety in there diet can weaken there toxicity that there mucus makes for protection," Gustav said then realized he was talking to children when he saw Klaus's puzzled face.

"There poison comes from there food."

"Oh look! A book store! Can we go, please," Violet said as she pointed to a bright red walled book store that had caught Klaus's attention as well.

"Well I don't see why not, we have time to spare before your parents pick you both up," Gustav said looking at his wrist watch," I could use a new copy of Macbeth, mines become quite ripped apart."

It was a guilty pleasure for the Baudelaires to feast on the words of a new book that was in there hands and that it would only make sense that, in later on
in there life, had fabricated there own publishing company and had the dear luxury of reading a new book before its release, and having a copy or two, as well as previous newspapers from The Daily Punctilio and of there companies private newspaper, in their hidden library going as far as a mile and six floors high.

I could go on in how the library looked and how much Klaus and Violet cherished it like a child but at the moment, books, were not in the mind of Violet Baudelaire right now no matter how much it looked like it.

What no one knew is that, it was not the store that caught her attention to enter the bright red store, but the figures that went inside.
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"Oh Klaus look, the princess bride, I remember that when you finish it you would then act so gentlemanly and quite chivalries when ever a pretty girl comes by to talk to you," Violet said giggling, thinking of Klaus's teenage years going up to his twenties and all the girls he attracted before seeing his future wife at the News Years Gala they held every year looking more beautiful then when they met when they were younger.

"Hey Klaus, what do you think of playing dress up when we get back home. Klaus. Klaus??!" Violet said looking around now realizing her brother is no where to be seen.
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Meanwhile Klaus was heavy breathing  after having ran away from his sister and realizing that he needed to practice on his endurance as he sits in one of the poetry aisles catching his breath.

"I just don't get why you're being so picky about, it just a book," Klaus heard a boy say in the aisle next to him.

Klaus turn his head lying on the floor too see two pairs of shoes, a boy's worn down brown shoes and a girl's shiny black ones.

"I can't just choose a book, beside I want to try reading the work of a female poet for once.
To open yourself to more-
Will free the mind to soar-," he heard the girl say and he carefully got up and slowly moved a book, careful not to make a sound and saw the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes he ever seen and started to think of what she had said and searched for a book that would suite her interest.

"Here just choose this one," the boy said handing over a random book from the shelf.

"That's Ogden Nash and I've already read this book, I want something that boggles the mind," she had said and had heard a book through the shelf wall right next to her to clatter on the floor, managing to catch her attention.

"Great, now the books speak," the boy said sarcastically.

Klaus at the moment had no thought to want his doing, well, except the thought of what he has done feeling his cheeks burn red.

He soon heard footsteps coming to his aisle and quick without thinking, ran off.

"Huh," the girl said seeing no one and looks at the book to see the authors name,'Emily Dickinson'.

"Guess someone has a secret admirer," the boy said then laughed.

"I can't wait to tell Quigley," Duncan said laughing and walks off to get a new issue of The Daily Punctilio.

Isadora saw a small piece of paper coming from the book. Reading the piece of paper it said,

"Blue are eyes of a maiden
A wild flower never taken."

Isadora felt a fluster in her knowing that someone had written her a couplet poem telling her she's pretty, but immediately thought that to be madness.

She opening the book in the page the paper was placed and began to read a poem.

Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
'Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -

Isadora at the moment, was at a loss for words.

Violet in the other hand was not surprise, having seen the entire scene from the second floor of the book store," I guess being chivalries come natural to him," Violet said and begins to walk away but soon collides into someone.

"I do apologize, I didn't see where i was going," said a tall man in a trench coat with very tired eyes

"It fine," Violet said getting back on her feet," Not many people know where there going and only know where they've been."

Started by the life lesson answer given by the girl the man sighed and said, "Sadly so, but that life."

Violet chucked at his response knowing that this fallacy does not effect someone like her that already knows her future.

"My names Violet," she said sticking out her hand.

"Lemony," he said taking her hand in a light handshake.

"Huh, that's interesting, I've been told that if I was born a boy, my mother would have named me Lemony too," Violet said a little surprised by his name but not as surprised as he was.

"Violet," she hear Klaus say and before she knew it, was being pulled away by her little brother, "don't talk to strangers."