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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
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eaten by a circus geek named Oofo who ate that sort of thing. Brooke begged Oofo for a job at the circus and wound up with her own Freak Show called "The Disgusting Neckless Lady".
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but all I ever managed was to scream like my crotch was burning. Sensei insisted a crotch burning scream was way different that a crotch on fire scream. He said I couldn't defeat
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Jamie Farr, reached for another Tony Packo's hungarian hot dog as he considered this revelation about his aunt. If she only might be Lebanese was he even Lebanese himself? What was
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One of those hard little pellets you occasionally find at the bottom of a box of cocoa puffs.
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And they never spoke of it again, but Jasper always wondered. His Aunt Margie was vegetarian. So who'd she served his Father to?