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Kit Snicket  (drawn with a handful of colorful pens because I still don’t know where my pencils are)

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unseen

jacques is a young man desperate to take care of what is left of his family, without knowing how. vfd look at him and see a soldier, another cog in a fighting machine who blindly believes in his actions as being noble.

beatrice is a magnet to all who meet her, a girl who wants a family one day, who wants to love and be loved. vfd look at her and see a skeleton key who can unlock any secret with her charm and charisma.

kit is a sister trying to be a mother and a friend and a thousand other things while feeling that she’s failing at all of them. vfd look at her and see a piece in a puzzle, bridging together her associates and couriering secrets between them.

bertrand is an orphan with an urge to protect those around him, who craves a normal, safe life someday. vfd look at him and see an enigma machine, able to break codes and extract information effortlessly, someone who won’t question them.

lemony is a child grown up before his time, who has little memory of a life before the organisation. vfd look at him and see a pawn, a potential threat to them, a piece on the chessboard that they can afford to sacrifice.

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A Christmas Wish from GazaVetted by: 1) gazavetters verified on the list is (#89 ) 2) a-shade-of-blue Here, Here and Here 3) 90-ghost Here and Here 4) dlxxv-vetted-donations Here

Dear Friend,

This Christmas, while homes around the world shine with joy and togetherness, my family sits in the cold shadows of a life shattered by war. My name is Ghazi Al Amoudi, and this year, my wish is simple—to give my family a glimpse of hope in the midst of despair.

The war has stripped us of everything we once cherished—our home, our safety, and the small comforts that make life bearable. Each night, I hold my family close, whispering promises of brighter days, even as the uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

But I can’t keep those promises alone.

This Christmas, you can be our miracle.

A small gift from you could mean food on our table.

Your kindness could bring warmth to our freezing nights.

Your compassion could remind us that, even now, we are not forgotten.

🌟 Here’s how you can help: https://gofund.me/8a2c70d7

This season of giving is a chance to create real, lasting change. Whether through a donation or by sharing our story, you can be the light that leads us out of the darkness.

As you gather with your loved ones this Christmas, please take a moment to think of families like mine, who long not for presents but for the gift of safety, warmth, and hope.

Thank you for being the hope we so desperately need. Wishing you and your family a Christmas filled with blessings, love, and light.

With endless gratitude, Ghazi Al Amoudi

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Dear humanity,

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

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Urgent help to buy medicine

Dear human,

I am writing to you as a human being like you. I am part of a family that is going through difficult times amidst this genocide. My brother suffers from bipolar disorder, and we only need 60 euros to buy his essential medication.🇵🇸

We ask you to stand by us, whether by donating, sharing our story, or talking about us. 💔🙏😔

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Hello, I am Samar Umm from Gaza 🇵🇸🍉. My family is going through very difficult circumstances. We are suffering from a severe shortage of food and have been unable to buy vegetables and fruits due to their scarcity and soaring prices, which has greatly affected our health and the health of our children.

We only need **100 euros** to secure some necessary vegetables and fruits to improve my family's nutrition and restore some balance to our health. Any help, no matter how small, will make a big difference and give us new hope. 💔

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Thank you to everyone who contributes, even with a little. 🤍

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A Series of Unfortunate Events | 1.02

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beatrice calling frank “francis” and ernest “ernie” (she is the only one that does so)

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thesis statement for the end of an ambiguous relationship with an ambiguous triplet upon leaving your whole life behind. or something like that

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“This stays between us,” Ernest instructs his brother as Frank silently stitches the small but deep wound on his right side. “Seriously. Not even if Dewey asks.”

“I’ve never been accused of being a gossip,” Frank murmurs, finishing his work with surgeon-like precision.

“Come on, you owe me one.” Ernest nudges him with his boot. “That man thought I was you.”

“I always tell you not to do that,” Frank scowls. “You should have let me take the hit.”

“You would do the same for me. You have done the same for me.”

Frank drops the used needle into the tray beside his couch with a clank and a blank expression. “That was different,” he says. “I didn’t know the poison was in the sugar. I thought the violence would start after the tea.”

“You expect too much civility from your side,” Ernest tells him. “They were trying to kill either way. Why let someone finish their breakfast?”

“They were very polite.” Frank pours rubbing alcohol onto a cotton pad. “And J always…hey, do not scratch those stitches.”

“My associates just went for the gut.” Ernest winces at the burning sensation of the alcohol. “Didn’t take much of a look at me.”

Frank stares at him. He’s got the kind of stare that goes right through a person.

“What?”

“You’re upset,” Frank states.

“Alright, Captain Empathy.” Ernest rolls his eyes. “I scratched the stitches and it hurt, just get on with telling me off.”

“That would probably make both of us feel better,” Frank agrees. “But I’m asking you why anyway.”

“If you’d been the one who got stabbed, you’d have clammed up until the end of time,” Ernest says bitterly.

“We’re different people.” Frank puts down the cotton pad and folds his hands.

“I wish we were,” Ernest snaps, which he doesn’t mean to say at all, but his side is burning and a not-insignificant amount of his blood is on the floor.

Frank just nods. He doesn’t need any further explanation.

“Do you remember when we were little?” Ernest asks finally. “Before…before everything. And I cried because we all got different colour scarves for our birthday and I wanted red like yours?”

“So we’d match.” Frank smiles a little. “Yours was green.”

“And Dewey’s was yellow.” Ernest nods. “But Father sat us down and he told us that he didn’t want us to just be identical triplets our whole lives. He wanted us all to be as different as we could possibly be. That’s the only memory I have of him.”

“I remember,” Frank’s voice is soft. “I don’t think they ever mixed us up once.”

“I hate that they believed I was you so easily,” he says. Then, “No offence.”

Frank snorts.

“They don’t see a single tell,” he continues. “We’re one person on two sides. Where do you draw the line? What’s me, and what’s me pretending to be you? And what’s me pretending to be you pretending to be me? Are we both just pretending to be a manager?”

“Ernest.” Frank holds out a hand. “Stop.”

“Sorry.” Ernest shakes his head. “Too sincere for you?”

“I read the files on our parents,” Frank says quietly.

Ernest stills. Dewey had handed them each a copy of VFD’s records of their parents some years ago. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to read them, and neither had Ernest. He had been under the impression that Frank had never touched them either. The last he was aware, none of them knew a single thing about their parents beyond blurry, unreliable memories.

“How is that relevant?” Ernest says at last.

“Because…” Frank considers his words. “I looked at all these photos. I read people’s accounts of meeting them. Letters they wrote, diary entries. Even their school reports.”

“And?”

“And I’m nothing like them.” Frank smiles grimly. “I’m too neurotic, I was too clingy at school, I don’t laugh much. Our mother loved sesame and I’m allergic. Our father couldn’t focus on anything, but I can’t put something down until it’s finished. And they seemed so fun.”

“Where is this going?”

“Let me finish.” Frank huffs. “Our father questioned everything. He made trouble every single day at school, but it was because he had the strongest sense of justice any of those teachers had ever seen. He was charming and funny and he loved the sauna. He was a terrible dancer but a great singer. He wanted to be a cowboy when he was little.”

“Frank.” He can feel a dam starting to crack, something swelling to bursting in his chest.

“You’re not me,” Frank says sternly but gently. “You’re our father’s son. And that man is so loved and so missed. Which I’m told he would have been cocky about.”

Ernest laughs a little shakily.

Later, when he returns to his own room to rest, he finds a photo tucked into the pages of the book on his nightstand.

The man in it has a squarer jaw and darker hair, but the smile that looks back at him is like staring in a mirror.

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the venn diagram ………..

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Frank Sinatra, Monte Carlo, 1958. Photographed by Herman Leonard.

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there is a misconception within the organization that bertrand and theodora see each other as family.

the truth on the matter is that they don't have a familial relationship, yes, the two of them are close. but they're close to where they will break the unspoken vfd rule to call one another friends, not associates. but bertrand can understand why people would think it's familial though; theodora is the only volunteer of the previous generation he is comfortable with to be himself.

but such friendliness they have only became after bertrand's sixteenth birthday. after theodora gave him an apology.

it was an apology for being like the others of her generation. for putting him on a high pedestal. for forcing him into the ideal neophyte of the volunteer fire department. for giving him the title of the golden boy. for transforming him into something he never wanted.

and bertrand believe it or not, hates being the golden boy.

bertrand picked theodora as his original choice of chaperone for a reason. the few times they interacted, she never sang praises of him. bertrand had strong hopes such treatment would continue if she was his chaperone. and theodora did just that. she treated him as a snot-nosy child who thinks he knew better, but doesn't. theodora treated him as a child, and she refused to let him do the 'serious' work. at times she forced him to goof off and make mistakes she had to fix later in order to teach him the correct way.

how and when and why theodora began treating him like everyone else, bertrand wasn't sure. and he didn't care. all that bertrand cared about was that theodora became like everyone else. sing high praises for him, while putting others down.

there's a reason why theodora dropped in rank, and dropped hard.

bertrand told her if she was trying to get him to apologize for his actions, it wasn't working. theodora laughed at this, saying that she wasn't expecting an apologize, and went on to compare him to someone they know well. in that moment, the way she she spoke warmly of the other boy, with the sparkle in her eye, bertrand knew theodora was giving him a genuine apology.

so bertrand accepted her apology, and they started anew. the past while not forgotten, was forgiven.

(when lemony snicket came back to the organization, bertrand made no qualms of her decision to compare snicket to him. it's fun to see snicket make his exaggerated facial expression and arm movements. bertrand knows theodora will apologize to snicket; it's just a matter of when and how. bertrand predicts the apology will be spoken as a confession on who she sees as the son she never had on her deathbed; theodora is just as stubborn as snicket.)

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the vibes i get from the fernalds:

book!fernald: hardcore coffee fanatic

netflix!fernald: loves sparkling water with fruit flavors

movie!fernald: eats ice because it's tasty

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sometimes i think of the concept that the volunteer fire department, pits the rich and elite families/volunteers against the middle and working class families/volunteers who have no riches (fortunes).

the divide between the two groups is why some volunteers tend to associate with those who are the same in social and class standing. the two groups get along fine, but the unspoken conflict is something that is explosive if spoken aloud to the wrong volunteers.

complicating things is that there is also a divide/conflict between the old rich elite families/volunteers and the new rich elite families/volunteers. despite the same social and class standing, the organization seemingly holds old money higher in respect.

topping this off, there is the matter of the organization's treatment of old elite families/volunteers who lack riches (fortunes) to their names. if rich, they are only consider upper-middle class by organization standards, and are thus treated with less respect than the rich and elite families/volunteers, old money or new money.

such treatment is why these families/volunteers associate with the rest of the middle class and working class families/volunteers, for they are all on the same boat that has to be rocked carefully.

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(lemony snicket voice) frank and ernest denouement are named frank and ernest to highlight the fact that they are neither frank nor e(a)rnest. in this essay I will-