Finished Folds (1801—1820)
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3Chamber of Spiky Stars, and let him consider my glittering grace during his long repose. The Sentinel nodded, and led the prisoner to the Chamber, but a very warm pity filled him
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7The little girl pressed a hidden button on her frock to activate the endless "Battlefield Earth" loop in the mind of Mister Leery. Someday she'd date a guy with mucho slack ...
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7and there was a lone Slinky trying to make its way up toward the metro. Escalators usually come in pairs, but I could not see the ascending one. My alienated mechanized descent
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6"The clock is ticking," she thought as he sauntered away. She had traded her luxurious tresses for more than a watch-chain. The pistol had a nice heft. How nice to brush him off.
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4was no Marple, but he did hope Dame May Whitty might play him someday. The maelstrom of his musings took him far from Holmes' and Watson's parlour, but Cigarette Smoking Man
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13I knew this might be my only chance to be truly self-serving. I prepared a nice salad as my clone thawed in the starship's galley. Never much of a cannibal, but I did wonder
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5tortillas brushed with olive oil, then wrapped in tinfoil and baked in a firepit he had dug nearby for 40 minutes. Blackbird burritos made him salivate. But a shadow fell upon
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1Some cruel part of me wanted to tear it to shreds, but some fragile part of me waved back. The hoagie trick, the weird cube of mayo, somehow bonded the holy man and me
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4well-appointed, with fine furnishings, flocked wallpaper and good ventilation. But Gurok was no slave of ember visions. He still lived in the real woods, among the deluded
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7There I was, newly appointed to be Tzaddik 29, and I was about to set my own nose on fire with compulsive smoking. And not in a holy flame, either. But my origami nose somehow
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5But a moment later he gathered his wits, his strength, his qi and his mojo, and he shielded everyone from the candy damage. They had all stepped aside, but still, how brave!
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4Sometimes relationships can be about distance -- lots and lots of distance. I really don't want the intrusions of others to influence the finely balanced stew in the crucible of my
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4Dear Abby, I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side, especially on Mars, but some of my Martian friends tell me they are born with a full cosmoconception and a path
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5He walked into the room like someone who had done that kind of thing before.
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3anola Tigrendum!" she muttered sotto voce so as to focus the force. He ran away screaming. Ms. Beazly had few tormentors but regretted that her friends were also afraid
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5"Arrr, me brethren, thank you for this congress. The Somalis have slashed our profits, and American drones have made commerce difficult. So could I interest you in some Tupperware
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3ibution centers being terrorized by hacked packaging robots, whom he could rescue with a hefty wrench and custom superglue paintballs -- yeah! life held some promise again, until
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5shambles of our finances and we had to downgrade our lifestyle quite a bit. Miming money in Cthulhu garb didn't pay the rent. But my wife stuck with me through thin and thinner,
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3Sure, there wasn't much to see on Mars in the human-visible wavelengths. But the Martians didn't appreciate being blinded by the latest probe from Earth. Still, they had magnetic
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7Joe Fallows lingered in bed, reflecting on his dreams of the past few nights. Just the fact that he was dreaming again after months of drought made him happy. Finally he got up and