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It is said that Picasso, with his last breath, whispered, "Modigliani." Likewise would SlimWhitman expire, issuing the name of his mortal fold nemesis. "MoralEnd..."

In hindsight, my first mistake was walking into the occult shop to begin with. After all, if I hadn't, I never would have met

It takes a village to write a Folding Story.

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If only I could die. If only I could descend into the emptiness of nothing. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my boss talk about the 3 hour procedure of draining his butt pimple.

Elizabeth let out a sigh as she closed her pocket book. She leaned back to her seat and took a sip from her coffee. Tomorrow wasn't going to be a great for she will see him again.

Pleban was no publican. Nor was he a pelican, if you want to be honest. "Not want to be, missy, must." Senior Detective on Homicide and my Nana still had to put me right, in front

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"My plan for a fancy cocktail party for dätist pensioners is dead" I thought. What I didn't know

Resident of the Moon wouldn't have been Amanda Widdershins' first choice, but the people of Earth were so noisy these days. She looked around at her sparse habitat. It was fine. S

"Rabbits don't fly. Eagles don't swim. Ducks look funny trying to climb. Squirrels don't have feathers. Stop comparing. There's plenty of room in the forest!" Mr. Fox & his running

A pneumatic odour was in the air when Psulus woke up. And he couldn't stop sneezing. His monocle fell off and shattered into 6,,900 pieces. Would the dog eat them? Leia watched as