Finished Folds (681—700)
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9"Loo, Lisada, Lugu." The demo commercial ended and Andy Harcourt had to wait for several agonizing seconds before the COO of Kabal & Conspiracy, Ltd, commented to the CEO that
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3It was a day when the threshold between worlds was thin, and a day of trespasses and revisitations. I loitered in the abandoned building despite the growing sense
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6to survive your exile on the planet of the crazy people, when the offworlders ignore your distress calls and the bus to utopia never comes. Foldingstory friends know how to
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3It must have been a kind of psychic self-defense. The morning after I contrived to shave Pada's moustache, we learned Mama, Julian, Balthazar, Alexia were dead, the whole Circle, e
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2falls like the tattered and dismal shroud of a long-hoped-for happiness that somehow gets nipped in the bud, and they are right. The people of Earth somehow endured Tuesday, went
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8a little silver vest with the name of my dancing mouse across the back in sparkly ruby letters. But Quentin had died in June. What was wrong with Ted? He was there! Why did I still
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3Step by step, inch by inch, he returned to the lectern as 500 collegiate freshpeople carried on as usual. "Yes! The Three Stooges are America's answer to the Karamazovs!" Professor
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3thought he could go for some beef, or veal, or bear, then he pressed his massive brow into a coral reef. Moby was drowning in a sea of unrequited and nonspecific desire, an oc
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5I knew that my microwave mac and cheese needed to sit for two minutes after zapping, and it would take only 1:41 to convince Sissy to jump over the crevasse before the volcanos
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3mined to express myself fully while staying well within my organic reaction quota. My childhood on Ceres taught me that movie blockbusters needed both dreamers and bean-counters to
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0concluded Hollingsworth Chelmsford with a chummy wink to the news team. He was secretly an Illuminati disruptor mole among the Bilderbergers who was rooting for SPECTRE at the prem
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2Dealers often commented that I looked more like a sports model than a fan of hashish, but my love life was still a desert. I was fit, driven, clairvoyant --time for a new career.
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3ny chin chin while he considered his rebuttal. Helga had been the only one to maintain that Goat Club had rules. John thought it was time to defy her and burn some bridges. It
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3you know how it is: you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. Be seeing you." As she galloped off on her pony, Satan let out a gust of brimstone but tried to stay hopeful.
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2that had tantalizing bits of French artisanal cheese. On his cue, Ratking's minions injected themselves with fluoro-green antifromagian serum before storming the Christmas trap th
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7shone brightly as the bureaudrones whirred to our location and delivered the post-mission documents we would have to complete before sundown. We looked at each other
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5I guess Mabel Jones was tired of being the outcast of the neighborhood. One Saturday morning she released a squadron of autonomous weaponized robots from her two-car garage. Jeff
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6I had to fess up. "Yes, Mr. Garrett. I admit that when I was transferring your brain into your new robochassis I fumbled it. But it was only on the floor for 3 seconds, tops." He
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7I scrambled across the ceiling to grab my phone before it went into the A/C vent. Then I remembered I HAD tried to pay Gravity Bill, but even Vector Victoria and her gang didn't kn
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2The fifth time I died I was on my way to the baccarat lounge on the starliner Tiburon. It shouldn't have happened in an age of amped humans and intelligent ships, but the airlock d