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She'd been staring upward for almost an hour.

Most people walked past, glancing up but seeing nothing but the bottom of what had normally been the Baudelaire treehouse. Violet, though, kept squinting up through the trees, not knowing the name of where she was looking, nor who lived there - just that it was familiar. Familiar in the way that you

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Coming back from a walk with Ric, gobbling up sections of grapefuit as he pulled it apart, Bridge didn't notice anyone hanging around the tree house. Well, not until he wanted to get into the lift and there was someone in front of him.

"Hello," he said cheerfully, a cheek full of food. "How are you?"

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She blinked up at him, squinting back up at the treehouse. "I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "... Do you know who lives here?"

Her eyes flicked down, and then widened almost comically when she saw Ric. "What is that?"

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'I don't know' wasn't a normal answer, but it was probably honest and Bridge liked unnormal answers, so he just accepted it without question.

"Yeah, I do," he answered. "And that's Ric. He's my dog." Ric looked up with a wagging tail at the girl and issued a bark.

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"... I-" She stared at the- well, dog, apparently, and then looked back up at the man. "O...K." She'd been floored so many times in the last two weeks that she supposed that it wasn't exactly worth the time to protest.

"... He's a very unique dog, isn't he?" She squinted back up at the large structure in the tree. He hadn't answered her question, so either he didn't want too, ignored it, or he had no idea.