Finished Folds (841—860)
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13like a bat, and splatted against the wall like a gnat. The people upstairs were trying the door. I gathered myself on the stairs for their horror. The stairwell's dim bulb did sput
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8ther in a punch bowl with some electrodes and nanosprinkles and REALLY have a party. But the scene was full of deadbeats and losers, shuffling around, bumping into things, dropping
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4Now 89, Mary Martha Shenanigans sat quietly in the dim nave, lit by the multicolored windows and the secret light beyond. She prayed for the dead and the lost. Two angelic guys
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5..." He held up his hand in understanding. "We all scuttle along the bottom of life's ocean, lonely and combative." Nothing had prepared me for Morgan Freeman as SpongeBob, PharmD.
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4butter, the butter is made of tigers, the tigers are made of stutter beats, the beats are made of fingersnaps, the snaps are made of culturally conditioned neuronal spasms, the cou
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7Putin wasn't sure what the young protester was trying to say, but he did enjoy the fragrance of the fine tea in his gold-rimmed cup that morning.
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4are you? Finally I used a fireplace poker. The little guy fell onto the oven window. I poked his belly, which crunched into ash. He glared at me. "Behold, I am become Death, des
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6exit?! Where's the punchbowl? Where's ... I spotted my gay bestie Tokamack who had set up his own mistletoe alcove. He winked and then we bowed. But my pursuer was relentless. She
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4Bertram Lumberbritches stared back at his fellow bus passenger. What's his problem? Just because I look like a murderer doesn't mean I am one. The other guy's nervous hostility sta
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4The polyamorites and their various sea monkeys and magic crystals enjoyed the shuttle ride from the parking lot into 2017-World. It was going to be a nice change from their
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3Of my spirit of engagement and contretemps? Where do they come from, and where will they go when my organobotical tranceiver croaks? Jim Hutchinson made as if to attack, and I wond
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3Batman nearly acknowledged that. The geeks do have their inter-geek banter to sustain them, he thought, but I have true evil to combat.
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6as "the enjoyment and distress of incarnation" or something along those lines. But my paintings sell hard, and they sell fast, and they sell for large "amounts" and you will never
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7considered adjusting the pictures on the shelf, but she knew her organiform limitations, so summoned her drones and their attendant spirits to place the pictures just so. A knock
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5Woody was temporarily nonplussed. Where was this lady coming from, to offer a game like that? To spell a word in the 4th dimension, when non-integral gematria had been lost in the
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2The Shambly Man in his tattered cloak showed up in in the clean and gleaming quarters of Starbase 12, far from the woods of his youth. He tried to greet the people there, but
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8a pumpernickel roll, a squadron of matrons from the Cumberlands approached me with dire intentions. But as Benedict's best man, I had to deliver the ring. Luckily, a fresh batch of
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3"Reading is a disease, and writing just perpetuates it," ruminated Anton Meuble in his dim and disordered attic apartment as he languished in despair. The solitary grimy window
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3He showed up at office 12A with Yuru's burnt dossier in his briefcase, rehearsing his own confession. But the overseers were blanks. They had never lost a child, whereas The One
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4Luckily for HG12, by the year 2026 certain classes of robots had sufficient independent rights that he could rent the very office that Hugo Gernsback had used a century ago. Coffee