Finished Folds (761—780)
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5"Damn right, pastor! This man is hella damn sexy and I'm gonna marry him, and you had better pronounce us wife and man, and it had better damn end with a period!" The congregation
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2it's time to leave foldingstory, isn't it?
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1I was startled awake by Hilda sprinkling me with a garden hose -- on Mars! Privately, Hilda filled me in about the miasma of the past 20 years, but somehow my Big Bertha rocket had
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3he used a Tesla coil, which kept the night lights glowing and made the children's toys spin above their cribs. The third attempt at a happy ending led him to stage magic, where he
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2"I know what you're thinking, Eric." Magneto restrained himself. "No, you do not, Charles. I do not propose to input The Zohar into this alien decryptor, but The Voynich Manu
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6and MCA shone through to bless everyone and comfort them. But eventually lunch hour was up and the 70-year-olds had to go back to their desk jobs,
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3The Brothers Grozny went their separate ways. Ero developed starships, Arno became a DJ-shaman, and Barto suffered in poverty until he could walk between worlds, as Granny Grozna a
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4a pile of ash that someone had banged out from their pipe. The sniper? The waif inspected the little pile. Prince Florizel of Bohemia arrived and helped the waif identify
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2Aquaman - King of Atlantis, Summoner of the Seven Seas - rose from the depths with the broken and bloody corpse of Eric Merman in his arms. "Look me in the eye, Batman, and tell me
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8showtunes. She ran out to the balcony, gasping for breath and to clear her head, and saw the guys from her apartment complex doing synchronized swimming three stories below. She
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2The Bradbury was a little Bakelite device you could order online for about $49 dollars, that you plugged into a standard household socket just like you would a night-light. It glow
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5Of course, Aunt Valetta did not answer, not yet. It floated there insouciantly, the remote control for a TV I did not own, orbited by about $13.87 in change. I kicked off my heels
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4next see a cake, sometime after the slaughter and the trial and conviction, it might contain the means of my deliverance. But I endured my Mom and her toxic friends, one year older
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5herself. "Help" she said, but no sound came out. "Help! Help!" Miral screamed in her head. She banged on the walls to prove she was still alive. She found her phone in her corpse's
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3But anger was out of fashion that season and he knew it, and they all knew it, and it didn't really go over all that well. He looked down and they tried to minimize the discomfort.
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3The President apparently had no idea that thousands, perhaps millions had been slaughtered by his forces. "Well, hi-de-ho, then," he exulted in a remarkably brief press conf
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5In the year 2037 it was so much easier to exterminate the artists and the poets and the mystics and the deviants and the uncooperative and the not-quite-us that we pitied Uncle Joe
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2Irina Petrovna Jenkins told her stupid daughter, "Sure, why not." The tea kettle whistled and it was time to turn the eggs, but she was still cursed with a psiblind little cow ever
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2"Mother," said 8-year-old Helmut, "I acknowledge this might be difficult to understand. But I am neither gender-confused nor species-confused. It is your people who have forgotten
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5"That's right, Angie, I'm not taking my meds and I can see clearly now. And get your dogman David off our furniture! Who are we but appliances having sex in a kitchen we cannot per