Finished Folds (1981—1999)
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3they died.
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5a winner, I retorted, someone who accepts me as I am -- why can't I accept that? He even calls me svelte and elegant, I mused ruefully as I organized his exercise magazines
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4to go out, she knew she was more likely to attract serial monogamists than a lifelong soul-mate, but this suited her pragmatic character and even had its advantages, such as
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3At times I felt like croaking, but my dog stayed loyal, though he had his own scratch pad. Sometimes the Thai neighbors would come over and we'd all watch "Jamie Oliver's Pukka
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2"Last night the mandibles apologized, after all these years." Her husband clenched the steering wheel of the rusted pickup truck. "And I forgave them ... " The desert highway
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4Chernov fumed. "Oh sure, don't worry, the asteroid will miss us by thousands of miles -- but then they get the transit time wrong by several hours?!! What kind of
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7puddle soaked his canvas high-tops and hiking socks. "This day just isn't going very well," he thought as the fumes filled his head, "but at least it's unleaded." He squished on
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3The sky over Manitoba was the color of mackerel, surfing the wrong channel. The hibachi sizzled as Sandy MacPherson scanned the police bands, hoping that The Watercolourist
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4As I glided through the glittering fluorescent infoscape, I noticed a huge grayscale melée on the horizon: datahats, all shades and styles. Luckily the route to my quarry
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3Mrs. Bainbridge caressed the books as she removed them from the crate. She had finally obtained a complete set of Chalmer's "History of the Noodle Trade", the 1838 edition with
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4to multiply and trade places with the arms and legs of the people of earth. They lost themselves in the crowd and moved like ocean fronds in gentle currents. Schools of thought
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5but eventually rice crispies got soggy, milk went sour, and desire turned to regret. What if the killer was not driven by a sense of desperate urgency? What if the killer
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4Putin was proud of the man cave he had put together in the bunker below the Kremlin. Foreign dignitaries would always ask to hang out and play
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5So naturally I taunted him. "Tell me what you eat, and I'll tell you what you are." The dog had the right to remain silent, but he surprised me with his calm eloquence:
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7The morning after, I had a patch of mildew on my right cheek and tender lumps of fungus on my scalp, but I felt purged and surprisingly cheerful. Even my co-workers commented
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4Clockwork Sally had returned to Oklahoma City. The officer was about to call this into HQ when
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5he listened for the Silence beyond all silences and relaxed into the mesh of the infinite. Moments or perhaps aeons later, he began to notice a sinister ground hum permeating
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3Jameson was overcome with a bittersweet brew of emotions as he began to reminisce about his first honeymoon. His bride had been working undercover field ops in
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7became unhinged and dealt him a blow on the head. "It's only physical pain," he announced to himself as he stumbled