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Well, Baudelaires, that terrible man will never bother us again.
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- You mean... - That's right.
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I confronted him and threw him out of our lives forever.
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The authorities are on their way.
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And we're just leaving him there? In the parking lot?
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Under the watchful eye of a very capable ticket seller.
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Besides, if he does slip away...
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Again.
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Well, it's none of our concern.
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We will be far, far away from here.
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Baudelaires,
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we are not going to spend the season in a research laboratory.