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the Sea King rests uneasily in his watery grave. I, Marianne the mermaid, must hunt down the crafty Sea Witches and take back the Coral Throne. First I seek help from
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And like usual Professor XYZ knew this before I even did. He introduced me to several superhero rehab centers in the area. "Teach your alter ego a lesson," they said.
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birth that cracking other rats would cause a commotion, so he stayed silent and patient. The Ratcracker worked hard at school and became a lawyer. Only then did he murder the rats
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*Record scratch* *Freeze frame* Yep. That's me. I'll tell you all about how I managed to jump off a trampoline surrounded by police, if you could just bear with me.
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To continue with the analogy, I needed a corset of self-assurance to wrap around my vulnerable soul replete with confidence lace and decorative self-actualization buttons.
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The lavender feather bobbed and weaved through a gaggle of people dancing in bulky dresses and starched suits and continued out the door soaring into the butcher's open window.
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You take a quick sniff and gag. Mr. Brigg was never very good at gift giving. You remember that one Christmas years ago when he gave you a poorly constructed birdhouse that
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the long journey home. It was a rainy night. The kind of rain that came down in sheets making visibility almost zero. My friend and I didn't mind. We were young and impervious to
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for my FTRWNGL bed. Sure tweed was an import, like gummy bears, but pasta is pasta. Wait, my gag isn't rope it's limp spaghetti! I surreptiiosly nibbled, the gunman unsuspecting
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what actually happened was I saw the man aiming the sniper to the woman and following her around until he had a clear shot ... the rest was history.
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"...that's a crackpipe, son. You been hanging out with Sharky again?" Aw man said Kraken, I swear Manatee
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and quote Bob Dylan at me. I gotta tell ya "They stone you when you're tryin to be so good.." has become an insane babble in my head, good thing they have me in a padded room, othe
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and off yesterday. Once you're done stretching, try standing up and maybe even go into another.. And I don't know, talk a walk around, possibly even venture outside and smell the
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'. Fo' sho'! I did what seemed natural. I donned my sparkly glove and jacket, and pressed play on the ancient looking boombox in the attic. "Beat it, just beat it..." The music
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rrupted as it was, was still quite juicy. Chef Gandulf's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands to request silence. "I have decided who the winner of MiddleEarth Masterchef is..."
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high, yet my servitude to Moe was beginning to feel just like the years of forced labour in the Alps which had left me so damaged in the first place. I felt like a massive
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I guess I should start by telling you my name. . .but I'm not going to. I enjoy being unconventional. I had saved enough money to arm a small army, which I did. The coup was
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literally. I was an assassin Good Humor Man and demolition was my MO. You know that gang witness they had to scrape off the wall after he had a Cherry Rocket Blast Pop? All me.
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Ambrose Luxor made himself go out on stage, to a wooden stool with his haunted Gretsch, sans Overmind Resistance, sans many others. He turned down a glass for Mr. Tom Petty, and be
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wars of October 2017. We were a little testy but cheeky, too. Every time the subject of came up, we clenched and grunted. We punctuated sentences all day. At night the grammar goon