Finished Folds (1021—1040)
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3Verity Hawkins was unstoppable that morning. "Good morning, Ms. Potts. I'm here to see the boss. Mr. Stark, do you know what it's like to live paycheck-to-paycheck?" Stark didn't
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7He grabbed the cleaver from her and threw it into the wooden floor. The offspring chewed off half his hand when he tried to pet it, but that was endearing. "OK, needs training."
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4and then a glowing sigil affixed him to the flowing moment and eternity betides. "Dr. Johnson, I'm sorry, but I think I should leave your class. Thank you for your help." He left t
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4ratories for a swig of the various bubblies. "Get out you!" shouted Prof. Herbert Meacham. Mom in her potbellied sailor guise rasped, "I got a load o' Aztek gold. You wanna ride?"
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4I remembered them from other dreams but now we were in some futuristic mansion. The middle-aged nurse with the void-eyes was nice this time, and Rafael was standing by. A rusted
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5Somehow, and maybe several times if ever, at an indefinite moment of the day when the seasons themselves were unclear, I might have been brushed by the vaguest of presentiments
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4How it happened, I don't know, but suddenly I was all bristly with arrows and I heard Peter Jackson from on high. He was standing on my head! Thank goodness the craft services cart
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4Hayden Floyd hesitated a moment. "There's a reason the moon only shows us one face, and it's nowhere near Tycho," she said. "It's strange that the center of that face has no name."
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3"Coop, that emu said something to you, didn't it?" Agent Cooper said, "Harry, I'm sorry but I can neither confirm nor deny that. In forty-five days something might occur that will
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10even a single fold, there are repercussions throughout all dimensions. This is especially true for SlimWhitman's folds, for reasons that cannot be discussed. ***SEVERE FOLD ALERT:
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9And then the dam broke. Here he was at 45 and where did years of healthy eating get him? A picnic alone. Frankie had to admit he had better relations with his gut microbiota than
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3"3 PM. War, Plague and Fire," Darth Famino read to his gauntlet, which recorded it correctly (!) and showed him a map: conference room 3202 off the mezzanine. The note was scented
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4wonder what those little carrot tendrils are for, and haven't they ever gone under your skin and up your arms?" The cooking instructor was too livid to reply to Dr. Mackenzie's
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5When Nostri-Prime Xtreme went to market, he waited then sold his stocks at the crest and paid off the teenage physicists who helped retrofit his Airstream Bambi for space travel.
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3"One thing I worry about," he confided at an FSA meeting, "is the mix-and-match, anything-goes stuff. You know, there was some sick Dadaism before the horrors a hundred years ago."
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3When I had nearly recovered, I found my way to the bridge, where Captain Nemo was navigating by organ music. He turned stiffly. "Ça va? The Fourier Transform doesn't always produce
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3Morton fumed. He yanked out the radio and threw it into the next lane. "These jigwigs with their Selfie-Headsets™ -- look at this guy -- completely in my way!" Morton honked and sw
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4He shouldn't have gone outside ... The crickets! The crickets were so loud he couldn't think or see! But the towering Cricket Master Chi Chi Rico beckoned him to the town square,
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4of reality even more than in my psycho day-job. Clouds congealed over the Plain and thunder struck. Some were fried; others screamed. "Rise like lions" boomed the sky. "Not my gig"
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4Our host handed out the blasters. "If any of you should linger one full week on Earth, the estate will award you $10,000! The shuttles have gone, the gates are closed. Good luck!"