Finished Folds (1—7)
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2As re was running, silently cursing himself for lack of exercise the house silently blazed in the background. He checked to see if his bag still held his treasure. Then, the world
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4hated on sight. She silently blamed her mother, who was stupid enough to give her a cheerleader name. In the dark recesses of her mind she renamed herself Zinaida. Sultry, sensual,
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0She let the little booklet fly away from her and concentrated on plummeting to her death. "Go jump with a parachute, they said", she thought cynically. Fuck this, I'm too young to
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5Or so gods are my witnesses I will make sure that for the rest of your miserable life you scream at the sight of any brassica-related vegetable." Gods, she hated kids. The brat who
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4only shudder in silent revulsion. She rubbed her hands together frantically, hoping to rub away the imaginary flecks of dirt, spots of dry blood that existed only in her head.
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5silently into my glass when he left, hoping the years would drop away magically. In my slightly intoxicated brain I constructed my life again, if only I could re-live that one day
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4ing computer games incessantly. The reek of old socks, discarded pizza boxes and unwashed teenage masculinity assaulted the nostrils like an iron fist to the face. Is this what her