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Therapy

   Duncan sat alone in the waiting room, after his siblings insisted he be the first to go to a therapy session. He thought to himself, I guess it's a good thing that we can finally go to therapy, I mean there aren't many people who have had lives as crazy as ours. There wasn't that many people in the waiting room, but still he wondered what had happened to these people, if they had stories to tell, why they were here, and, most of all, had they ever thought that they would ever be in a waiting room for a therapist?

The door jingled as someone walked in, a tall, slender girl, with long brown, almost black, shiny hair. She looked around the room, and startled when her eyes met Duncan's. She almost seemed, happy to see him, but then she shook her head, as if she was trying to prove that she had not just seen those familiar green eyes. The girl then proceeded to sit down in an armchair in the corner, and pulled out a book about Leonardo Da Vinci.

There was something ever so familiar about this girl, Duncan thought to himself. Why do I feel as if I know her? Then the realization hit him. He suddenly remembered who this girl was, and why she seemed ever so familiar. It was Violet Baudelaire, the girl he had met a Prufrock Preparatory School, who also had been the girl he had had a crush on when he was younger. The girl he had tried so hard to forget about, because he had lost all hope that they would meet again, and yet there she was, sitting in same waiting room as he was, seeming to be as startled at the sight of him as he was at the sight of her.

As observant as Duncan was, and being an aspiring journalist, he was quite observant, he hadn't noticed Violet glancing over from time to time, wondering if she should go and say hello to him. But what if he didn't remember her? It had been years since the last time they saw each other, so it was plausible that he just forgot who she was, and didn't recognize her.  You know what, I'll just go over there and say hi, what is the worst that could happen?  

At last, Violet got up, and walked over to Duncan, just hoping he would remember her. If he didn't, well she would just have to re-introduce herself to him. If only Klaus and Sunny were here to see this. Of course, they weren't dead or anything like that, but Sunny and Beatrice had school, and Klaus was working at a library, so she got to be the first to go to therapy. Yay. 

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" asked Violet calmly.

"U-um sure?" stuttered Duncan, as he had been sure Violet hadn't actually recognized him.

"Thanks, by the way, my name is Violet Baudelaire, nice to see you again, it's been way too long. Hasn't it?"

"Yeah, to be completely honest, I wasn't sure if you even recognized me. What happened to you, Klaus and Sunny with that whole Count Olaf dilemma?"

"Well, its kind of a long story, maybe sometime soo we could meet up for coffee and Sunny, Klaus and I can tell you what happened. Sound good?"

"Yeah, but tell Klaus that Isadora is not dating anyone at the moment, I'm sure he'd be glad to hear that."

"Oh yeah, let's definitely set those two up on a date, I'm sure they would be adorable together."

"But we will meet for coffee sometime soon to tell you all the crazy adventures we had after we last saw you." finished Violet.

"Definitely."