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I thought about alone. Like before the Big Bang. Some point out there in the Nowhere. No reference of aloneness but alone nonetheless.
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confidant that I knew The Secret to any of this alien technology. If God was a pyramid then up was the way to go. I hovered my hand over the console then slowly raised my hand.
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But when we were finished with our sandwiches I discovered there was not any kisses in the candy jar. Only Equadorian black tar licorice. That sent the date careening southbound.
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Then he was joined by four more clowns. Unfortunately, they each had their own intention. Instead of disco, one executed funk, while the others jammed up techno, dubstep, and trap.
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I can't tell if I'm the chatbot or the human. I can only see the last 100 or so characters. Sigh. Yes; you are the human. Cats like boxes, so it's okay if the order was a scam. Now
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I was uninterested at first, but once I held my first legendary jewel, which we stole from the natural history museum in DC, I was hooked. Yes, that unsecured to be stolen deserves
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She had done nothing wrong. She poured the kettle cautiously into the mugs with bags, then returned to the kitchen. "4 more days and I'm out of here." she reminded herself.
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But what of malaria? Mrs. Polyp resolved not to bite anyone who looked like they didn't have health insurance, lest she give them a mosquito-borne disease.
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It turned out his cutting-edge botox injections were designed to pull one's face into a smile upon rigor mortis. This proved to be great advertising for Alamander's Implants,
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Yes, the Gross Putrid Thingamajig was the hardest worker at the company, despite its vile smell and its hatred of being referred to as 'GPT'. It was known to bite off the noses of
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screaming into the void. What they didn't realise is that sometimes the void screams back, and sometimes it delivers chocolatey gifts. We couldn't risk the prototype chocolate
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dream to die in a pile of wolf puppies, but I suppose this will have to do." She squared her shoulders, steeled her gaze, and marched towards her impending doom.
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was my deepest fear, but somehow my new tattoo captured it precisely. I checked my call history to work out where I'd had the tattoo done, but the only call in the log was from
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little dash of nostalgia here and there." "I understand," I told the bot. "I get mistaken for Tom Holland all the time. My nickname in college was Spider-Man." The bot beeped
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his handy-dandy bazooka from his other pack and fired. A stream of half-melted marshmallows were launched towards the devil and sizzled on impact. Faust giggled maniacally.
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Something loud always came along to interrupt her. Today, it was a wind-up monkey clanging its cymbals together in a furious rage.
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I wanted to bring the child inside back. I decided to put on my boots and jump on that pond, only to find out that it was deeper than I originally thought. I ended up soaked up!
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adrenaline surging through his veins. He liked this. This was the monster he was, and boy was he proud of it. Meanwhile, he decided to take care of other unfinished matters.
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does that even mean," he pondered. He was thinking about the music video he just saw for the "Do You Wanna" Remix by ANASTASIA & Shi Wisdom and thought, could it be that one girl