I yelled today, quite loudly, surprise at how much I could come out of my skin, shocked at how easy it was for Clara to drive me to anger. I was, when I arrived home, quite to my horror, informed that *I am Baudelaire.* I don't think I meant to yell so loud, so viciously, so quickly . Its funny...
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