Finished Folds (361—380)
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5son is restful, as they are grounded and have the patience of trees beneath the stars. They breathe the same air we do but they do not tweet, nor do they judge. Beautiful people s
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6led the stratosphere. Some wear its tattered shreds as cloaks whereas others sometime just like a small piece in their soup. Some are trying to sell everyone else at a discount. Mo
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4I was feeling somewhat self-conscious by then, but Geometry class would be safe. Unfortunately I opened my locker and saw a note someone had slipped in: "Something is going on."
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7colored by the signs of shops that had closed hours ago. The woodcutter and Pinocchio drove on into the outer darkness beyond the town. The Buick's radio only captured fragments of
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5Mrs. Jennifer McGurk was halfway through a quiz in a 1972 issue of Cosmopolitan snagged at a garage sale when she said, "I've had my fill of this turkey. I need beef and a salad."
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9It was strangely the highlight of my life, watching that zombie bluesman play the guitar and sing that song. Many partook of my brains soon after, and I hope the song lingered in
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4when I felt a flipper on my shoulder. "Please hold my cabbage," said Detective Manatee. "This particular Boogeyman also wrote Sufi graffiti in a men's room stall in Vancouver. The
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5nonplussed by this turn of events and sat between Grandma and Grandpa, craving brains but too enervated to pursue them. They roused him and set him off to the damn witty neighbors.
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9grabbed the waiter by the hand and despite the waiter's resistance, pulled the lighter's flame toward its papiroci.
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6Azerkular floated tits-up, bloated and discoloured, in the Folding Tower moat. Blather McBleh blithered in a corner, hoping MoralEnd would take him through the three steps again. X
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3of a cosmic gong unstruck, of galaxies undisturbed, the sound of young dark nipples and fleshly incarnation, of histories and evanescenses, sweet kisses and ... "Miss?" asked the
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3After I slaughtered Megador the Butcher and gathered some gold and stuff, I poked around and discovered a secret cafeteria, where a Beholder was picking at a salad and a small bowl
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7Near the ancient stone stairs, one of my ancestors had engraved "L15 - A.S." I proceeded with my waning torch. We startled each other, the Eye of Elemental Evil and I. It looked
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4Luke read his late uncle's letter. "Dear Lucas, you are so unambitious and desireless, and so you shall be the executioner of my estate." Aunt Valetta topped the list of targets
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9let out an achingly forlorn cry as only Godzilla could. Lobsterman leaned his head against Godzilla's craggy, radioactive chest. "Your love is the clarified butter beneath my shell
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3"Why do you need to fly anywhere else? Why go places and do things? Do I look like a ticket agent?" Dogen stood. "A candy wrapper in a parking lot?" I tried feebly. Dogen couldn't
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3exchanged glances of mirth and despite and tuned their instruments to produce the timewise musical emanation that the expectant crowd had paid for. The curtain parted, the murmur
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3One of the Kraken's footmen brought this to his attention as he mused upon the state of the world in his Icelandic abode to the northeast of Reykjavik. "Poor Nessie," he thought, b
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4consisted of contumely and dead meat. Tony never really knew who he was or what he wanted to do, so after checking reviews he thought he would give the Yuri Provoshkin seed a try.
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2magician from the radio days who would rather saw a woman in half than let any harm befall the birds coaxed out of his top hat, whom some saw as doves, and others as crows.