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A storm out of the building and into a nearby park and try to relax, "I just need to take a break" I say. I'm still in denial, but maybe a break is what I need. I spontaneously
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lectric and had my car repoed. I didn't care. As otaku i was only concerned with my anime friends and our shared world. I freelanced a just enough to pays the bills. Gigs I got off
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called him Most Likely to be a hostage back in high school. He'd show them good. Married to a Goddess,. But he needed that spleen. Muscaria suddenly had a spare spleen to offer.
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the dolls turned into a bunch of rats with blue eyes followed by weird large turtles with masks? Red, orange, blue, and purple. They have names like Michelangelo how odd.
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When I found out the awful truth, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My life was forever changed in that single moment, and nothing would ever be the same again. I set out to find
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it seems that the creature is not actually intelligent enough to distinguish between its own kind and the prey it 'evolved' to hunt. As such, the Prime Directive does not apply.
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cost, we will have our day! The earthlings will regret ever having elected Donald Trump as their leader. After building a wall around the sun and trying to make us pay for it, we
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that covered the distance between the Earth and the Sun. The rabbits snickered amongst themselves. "Those silly humans! They'll never find all that power and money now!" But little
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Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded my case. "What more do you want?! I have told you everything I know! I have laid out my heart for you! Why can't you see what I'm trying to
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way to win the hearts of fair maidens near and far." Then, for his next trick, he flipped an entire dozen eggs in one quick motion, neatly stacking them end-on-end without any help
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and corporate team-building events. Everyone wanted their own telescopic robot MAN'S UNIT. It became the hottest product to hit the shelves since the redesigned Easy-Bake Oven.
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The Bruno Mars pun fell as flat as my grandma's failed souffle on that one bright, sunny day in 1964. It was one of those days you never forget, but you can't bring yourself to
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will be the day in which nothing at all interesting will happen. It will be an incredibly boring day. You should not attempt to manifest your eschaton this day, lest you subvert
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and run screaming from the kitchen, just as the place blows up in a spectacular fireball. I made it out by the skin of my teeth, but what happened to Mrs. Butterfield, I wondered.
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But first, I figured it would be a good idea to close out my tab at the local tavern. So I went over there when they opened, and I ended up drowning my sorrows there instead.
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I'm sat at my pet hamsters grave, staring down at the yellowing grass. I don't know how long I have been here, it's been dark a few times so I assume a while.
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She was a bit hazy on how Step Four really went down to reap all that profit. Her sights were on the profit and what the profits could buy. Step Three hadn't been any fun. Where is
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lying so still. When I would watch her in the night, matching my breathing with hers perfectly, at least her chest would rise and fall. But now? There's barely any movement. Mom is
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one. Alas, the old pile of rusted bones and crooked beams sulked in my backyard, awaiting attention. After years of running low on fumes, the maroon misery depleted its last breath
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I had thought. Just as I lifted my helmet to cover my face, a roaring brush of more dust imploded over the nearby area. From what I could tell, squinting my eyes, an odd-looking