To pay off my gambling debt, I stole money

To pay off my gambling debt, I stole money from myself in fold #2. Yeah! now I can pay it off. I wonder where I got the money in the first place?

Besides, he thought, seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the sun the wind or the rain. Fold # 4 had run smack into a brick wall of nonsequiteritus. It was throbbing like a fiery

pair of Speedos on a sultry South Beach afternoon. Fold #5 hosed Fold #4 down, baptized him actually so that he was born again into a new story line. The reaper has no power here.

After that, Fold #5 just kinda sat around for a while, not really accomplishing much of anything. He was basically a waste of space. Dead air. Suddenly Fold #6

arrived in a limo "Yo losers, Fold6 in da house! where's the b*tches at?", Fold 7 came right behind accompanied by his mates Fold 8 and 9. "Where the hell is Fold 10? late as alway

s?" asked Fold 7. Fold 8 & 9 ran outside to the hot tub and rolled naked in the snow. Fold 7 got distracted and forgot what

he wanted to write. He was more into watching than acting. After their tub frolick, Fold 8 regretted making sentences with Fold 9 without a spellchecker. Fold 9 missed her period

and bought an EPT. Fold 9 realized Fold 8 was just playing a game with her. She was such an idiot falling for his lines! With 4 sec. left til the EPT results and no character left,

she waited until the counter hit zero. She'd have the last laugh though: Turgid Stoat - not him - had always been her muse, and her prose was pregnant with stoatish possibility.