Finished Folds (1721—1740)
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2The coolers were fallen, but the water was flowing. The way out back was the way forward, and vice versa. He didn't know whether he was driving or parking. Texting wouldn't help,
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6-chimichanga menu item at an inopportune moment? Why did I agree to this date? He's a luscious cat, but he's a psychologist, and I'm more into musicians. He had bewitched me, but
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5." Sue only paused to give the impression that she had given some present consideration to Dr. Phil's folksy words." She blasted him with her bazooka. "How's that workin' for ya,
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2turning around while the Meatloaf was baking, but my repentance gained me naught, for it was the same as it ever was, and "Kingdom" seemed a little parochial on the Cosmic scale of
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2In that season, or perhaps some faded flower of a season some time ago, zombies were all the rage, but this time Zappa was late to the party. To-day, The Blob would have its 15
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4Strashnii -- Chernobyl Prekrasnii" on my back with Sharpie pens and decorations in different colors. Not sure why I let him -- we weren't "intimate" otherwise, but he was fading
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3the crows of the black towers, that's for sure. Some people had their donkeys, but I only had a cat. I nested, so to speak, by circling and trampling down some leaves, far from
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3like rivers into the sea, and at that stage of the game, who is surveilling what? But Mr. Clooney took it all in good humor as he demonstrated his microwave omelette gadget for
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2the walls were closing in. "These are the days of teh expanding Everyman," she mentioned. "Would you care for a brisk stroll outside?" These desultory perambulations left
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5gratuitously groped Giorgio's gorgeous yet gangrenous gams while guzzling gelatinous gasoline con mucho gusto, and generally
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5use most of my life had been boring, and I had been bitten by a dog, a rat, and a cat. Ultimately I was just another story in the pages of time, with the boring parts left in.
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5although he was fluent in both English and Spanish, eight-year-old Kenneth considered them to be obstructions to expression (or maybe roads to acquiescence), but the frequency
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4occasions when I forgot myself. I wish I had more to say about that, except that the hole in the snood allowed me to show my face in a way that a hood might not. But I had tallow
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5If God is Love, then appreciation is no surprise."
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11I had barely survived a Toxoplasma Gonzii infection, only to have bookworms infect my brain. I danced recklessly over cars during rush hour, lured by paper dust and deckled edges,
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4Business was barely limping along at Sappho's Noodle. The once-trendy pasta bar would have to diversify if it was going to weather the times. Gwen and Sarah, the owners, considered
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8Gently I wrestled my writhing brother into the rented daimophagus. Many voices clamored; many thumps pummeled the lid as I fastened the latches. From the darkly gleaming wood a hum
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7I lay aghast in my cradle as the train rocked through the wasteland. Already I had serious doubts that I would ever forgive myself for being born in such times. Grimly I endured
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4I lay stricken in my coffin as the train rolled through the night. No storms, no derailment, no service. The passengers were all commonplace, and lacking in life force. I hoped for
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3Jacques Harigato lowered himself silently into the vault. His shoulder hairs detected no untoward vibrations, no wayward vibrations, but also no good vibrations. His back hair