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It was strange, they would listen to machinery grinding while jumping up and down wildly. The kids praised car crash and Michael Bay explosions. This was a religion?!
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"This sex robot has an oddly specific way of asking to smoke," I thought. "Sure, knock yourself out." It lit up a cigarette beside me in bed, servos whirring. "But *why*?"
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have some sense and carry on with his, her, or its life. I want this being to know - who ever continues this thought - he/she/it is not alone. I bequeath you my personal slogan:
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I hate the sulfuric, egg smell of it. I wanted to gag right there. But I had to keep it together, I didn't want anyone to know that I was afraid of dirty water
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The answer, of course, was Kevin Bacon. Not Francis or Roger, but Kevin. Kevin rated a 6. Twice as much as sex.
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care where they ended up and how much it would cost me. How could it cost me I'm making money. I should've wondered but I didn't. Nobody else did either. What does it matter a Man
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mattered, anything from the tank? He didn't pause, he didn't think. Nothing from the tank matters. You're from the tank, you don't matter Clone. He was my friend but he was BEMA32X
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put you there in your seersucker wearing Panama hat. With a cane maybe and attach�; Carpetbagger. Government agent, functionary, apparatchik, what you do there. In The South: that
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eside a rainy day jar of currency in case we had to leave in a hurry. Everyone craved a look at her, it reminded me of the Holy Grail. Men would die to find my girl, but it was all
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me talking in my sleep about how I hated their cooking or I secretly wanted to put Rock Salt shots into their dogs ass for barking all damn night. I am tired cause I don't want the
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The monstrosity glared at Timothy disdainfully. It pushed around his racecar bed and knocked over his expensive computer between bursts of laughter. This thing had it out for Tim.
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She punched him in the face once. Carlotta's mom passed away to cancer and Tyler had the audacity to ask what she was going to do with the insurance money. Dollar signs only matter
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Stolen hearts, stolen cars, what did it matter. His wrap sheet could surround the courtroom, but she saw the gentleness underneath the gang tattoos and death glare he gave the jury
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scolded him for not being more grateful to her. Vivienne clothed Jean and fed him hot soup when he almost froze to death after wandering the streets. But Jean never could say thank
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to fall into the smartphone trance, but there was someone, a certain Nicole (last name unknown), who seemed to disdain this distraction from the present. What could I steal
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Although the casinos of Vegas are more appealing, FoldCon '17 in Kessab would be a lot more fun, wouldn't it? It would keep us on our toes, not to mention it would be illegal for
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The purple kookaburra, however, wanted to know if the albino wallaby had intended to rhyme that riddle. Was it mocking him? Pole and goal? It seemed suspicous to him. He ruffled
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some neighbours over for a street party. They grilled the tomato slices on the asphalt just as Anna Russian Tomato's recipe called for. Mum improvised some roadkill as main course
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It was then that Gilligan looked down and saw that he had Ginger's body! HE was the Gingan! The Skipper awoke, finding his best dream had come true, except for the Gilligan head.
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two demon girl scouts at my door trying to sell me theoretical cookies. "Demons be gone!" I shouted at them, as I preferred actual cookies. But the demon girl scouts only laughed