Finished Folds (1—3)
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2He shrugged, and sent me a devious wink. "Can you make another wish?Kill the New Years Fairy and steal her crack. Santa can rot in his sleigh"
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4My question was soon answered however, when my doorbell rang. I hastened to open it and was almost immediately knocked over by a man with a half singed head, staggering pass me.
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4And whilst we swayed beneath a moonlit road, I wandered whether my rapid heartbeat was due to the heat, or quite possibly, the fear: a dance so beautiful, I forgot the arms were