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"I thought it might motivate you to come home sober." I didn't see the point in using a stimulant as bait to quit a depressant, but I kept my mouth shut. "So, the bears?" "Yeah, so
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scent in my canine nostrils. Fresh woodland squirrel in my jowls. Muscles moving in coordinated quadrupedal motion. I am become doggo, digger of holes.
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C'era una volta una bambina che collezionava conchiglie
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C'era una volta una porta che nessuno aveva mai aperto...
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C'era una volta una porta che nessuno aveva mai aperto...
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beer and guffawed all the peanuts in one fell gulp. Or at least I think that's how it happened. Was it? Hmm. All that as swiping was seriously confusing my positronic brain. But I
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held a giant mallet behind her back. "Just a little closer, my lovely." I almost fell for it, but the giant target on the ground and the grand piano hanging above were big clues.
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At her behest, I went west to the crest, where the rest of the best had the best breasts and bet upon the infested festivals during their siestas... oh, forget it.
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I thought for a few minutes. "Okay, let's try this again. You. You walk into the bar. I'll duck this time." Bernie scowled at me. "What is this, some kind of joke?"
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But as fate would have it, it WAS a god of death! As grown-ups, we were better prepared for the impending doom that awaited us. It was inevitable. And so, on this glorious summer
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enough that the very heavens themselves were rent asunder and the ground shook beneath my feet. Mountains crumbled and the moon hurtled into the sun. Perhaps I'd overdone it a bit.
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It really wasn't, though. It was so simple, even a caveman could do it. Even those idiots at GEICO could do it, AND they could totally offend a real caveman in the process! So that
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"Wooow. Just what amazing talent will you incessantly prattle on to us about next?" Amanda muttered sarcastically as she worked on making a way out of their jail.
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crazy. "What do you mean? I'm the only one who's sane here." I glared at Jeremy. How dare he act like I was the crazy one. "Come on. I know you're scared, but we need to get out."
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nymph was his only escape from his repetitive activity. Though for some reason, that image was no longer just in his mind. A nymph sat on the water in front of Marty. "What the-?"
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be busy once again. Regardless, I looked upon the mountain of books by my side and then to my butler who stood patiently waiting for my answer. "Tell her I approve." I answered.
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"You'll be back, my dear." He said eerily as he watched the girl leave. "They always come back." he muttered. The girl turned to answer him but the shop had vanished completely.
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"You expect me to believe that you're straight?" Erika said flatly. "Yes!" I said defensively while I clung to Jax's arm. Erika looked between us before raising an annoyed eyebrow.
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that I have this body, I'm going to do everything I couldn't before!" She exclaimed happily. "I can walk around and not be made fun of or talked about behind my back!"
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of cream cheese. "Nope. No. Not doing this." Deborah turned away. "I'm sorry, love. I just don't...share this interest." She apologized as Carl turned back to his human form.