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       ‘   you  have  the  most  beautiful ,  THICK  hair .  ’      kit  runs  her  fingers  lovingly  through  her  niece’s  locks ,  careful  not  to  tug  too  hard  as  she  does  so .   ‘   i  would  say  you  should  thank  your  father  for  that ,  but  olivia’s  hair  is  just  as  beautiful .  ’   her  hands  stop  moving  for  a  brief  moment  as   she  asks :   ‘  what  would  you  like ?  a  braid ?   ’

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“Darling heart, I have told you the story of The Beauty and The Beast, right? Everyone thought Belle was odd, and she was the heroine. Normal is boring, and I love my darling daughter, especially because she’s a little bit odd, like her mother was,” she said, smiling at her little girl, hoping to make her feel better. She was a beautiful one and Olivia would say that she was unlike any child that she had ever known, but she couldn’t. Calliope reminded her of herself, only happier.

Calliope moved her book down from in front of her face, eyebrow raised as she glanced across at the Baudelaire sibling. She brunette was a tad younger then the inventor, but it felt like they had known eachother forever and Calliope really enjoyed her company. The poetry book now laid upon her lap as she listened with curious ears.

“Is this because you like ( like ) Quigley or Duncan?”

her face had turned into the sort of shade that a ripe tomato possessed . she was not about to admit which of the quagmire triplets she held a liking to . “ what makes you think that , calliope ? my heart may burn , but it may not be because of being in love with someone . at least , not at this time . ”