Klaus Baudelaire
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Klaus sits in a chair, facing the audience of the lobby, now turned into a court room. I notice how he’s picking his nails and biting his lip, a nervous habit of his. I look at him, knowing what’s happen to happen…
Klaus sits in a chair, facing the audience of the lobby, now turned into a court room. I notice how he’s picking his nails and biting his lip, a nervous habit of his. I look at him, knowing what’s happen to happen…