Life goes on

Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion. A room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents.

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That awkward moment when you realize you’re basically Squidward…

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