Finished Folds (1921—1940)
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3To get me back, Ole Scratch sent me a plague of chickens, who stealthily laid their eggs of evil within my home. Nothing to do but continue the grim egg hunt. If one ever hatched
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5hamster bedding. The brush with death brightened the colors and scents of her world, for we are but flowers of a summer day, who blossom with brambly dreams before the long night.
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9Marta told the onion her secret wish. Baba Grozna explained: "The layers represent spheres of influence, levels of understanding, and even revelations." But when they sliced
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6USING THE STEALTH COPTER'S MEGA-PA SYSTEM SO I DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT. WE'RE LOWERING A BASKET. HAND OVER YOUR KEYBOARD AND REPORT FOR FS RETRAINING." Nigel Scam armed the keyboard
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2I realized I might have been connecting the dots wrong, so I checked myself into the Bastille to stew in my paranoia. Luckily they had a dank, dark cell on the lowest level, where
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8In November of 1878, long after it had been thought lost at sea, the Turtle of the Baskervilles
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5cheese, especially when the love of his life went out for a walk in the still of the night, munching on a provolone and peanut butter sandwich. Lupine desire burst his restraints,
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4-- what, I wondered.
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2damnedest things.
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2they found grain.
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6"Full moon and no arms," I thought. Well that's the way love goes.
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1I had been hacked.
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2questionable, all things considered.
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4FBI agents knocked on my door at 3 a.m.
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1MoralEnd, of all people.
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2none of this phased her. Why would it? She was from beyond.
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6venue. FoldingStory would be a great place for kids to flex and develop their linguistic muscles, if not for the sleaze and smut.
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3as we roared down the dusty highway. We gave some dude in jeans and T-shirt a good bump, so stopped to check on him. "Devils just want somewhere to belong, like anyone." Gone.
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4primal instincts, Uncle Joe's twizzler, and the memory of certain X-Games wipeouts. By the time things settled down, many had gone mad. "Life is grand!" he remarked.