Finished Folds (201—220)
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5Too cool for school, I told myself. Too cool for school, I quite agreed. Outside my window silent stories, secret stories fell and moved upon the wind. A woman who said she was my
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2"WTH, Protexia!" he shouted in his mind. "Don't worry, Joe. Your Vsys had to update some metabolism apps and reboot." A moment later he sprang back to life in the pub, to cheers.
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5In a moment, the captor was on the floor with Sergei's knee on his neck, and his face next to Kane's. "Have a good look at what you've done," said Sergei. "Is there something wrong
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8began with this preamble: "There are too many fingers in this pie, and too many more noses in the undies involved. Carl and America: if a toe leaves a foot, let it go. If Liberty
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3eyes as his heart thrashed about in his chest with the unbearable pain of the moment. He barely felt her touch or words: "Don't worry – I am carried by a current you cannot feel."
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1said Moses. "Here in the gulag we're all prisoners of the state for some reason, but your girlfriend is bad news. Stick with Mick, he can guide you." Luigi looked at the thin broth
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3pasted the number into the phone-locator app I was beta-testing for NPA Inc. The person who had hung up so abruptly was in the 1300 block of Cheswick Drive, moving north at about
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1I felt abandoned by the Cosmos. So there I was, stuck on the planet of the crazy people, pure materiality twitched about by us dust devils of happenstance. Never liked Charbucks, b
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2And yet it's funny how the people who rail against big government, the binary people who lubricate their lips with "Liberty" seem so uneasy about the implications of said liberty
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1"Get off me!" said Daniel. "Get out of my head! I can hear your thoughts, you know! Stop pitying me! It's so cloying. So annoying! Get out, all of you!" But I worried as abstractly
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3Everyone who worked in cubicles was dead, and all who lived among rectangles lay dead as well. The wilderness had taken her, and she had taken all them. Nature took its course.
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3and shaved her head with my llama clippers as I watched, horrified. "You're not the boss of me," she said. "Don't know you, and don't want to know you. Go ahead, break the mirror."
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7The Bowl of Dogs had been some kind of "holy site" for the wild primitives on the fringes for many years, but it just looked like a damp depression in the ground to the Emperor. Mo
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7the storms of salmon spawnlings to come, but for now I just needed about four gallons of water and maybe some salmon treats. Some indescribable being laid one on my tongue.
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2starched shirts, and their writhing fingers loosened their collars as time passed in the city that never sleeps, and fingers and keys and letters clattered out the news in a wild,
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5hymns about The Dawnstar and the Fallen Angels, about redemption and lost sheep (and goats) returning to The Originator, as dogs and wolves bay at the moon and lobsters rise from
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1Yes it did, and now I would cross my werewolf paws with that gypsy's blood. It meant another daytrip to Manhattan, so I did some research first. It turned out that "Madame Vadoma"
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6Unfortunately, I am a giant tortoise and must bear the weight of the world or some unknown number of other tortoises all the way up. If I were to have a look, the whole stack would
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6and he remained impassive. I slapped him again and he did not seem riled. The third time he blocked my arm. "What do you want me to do, sparky pickles? Crush your hand?" I left in
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3The Blue Meany from which said blood came sprayed more of it in mocking snickers. The Claw of Dawon crumbled into dust as the Maw of Chowdown formed around the prideful lichmage.