Finished Folds (3381—3388)
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2He braced himself against the roll-cage and kicked out the back window. Lights flashed by. He flew himself out John Woo style, firing the Glock backwards. The driver
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3Snuggles could stare into my soul with his onyx nocturnal eyes. I told my therapist about my hamster love in all its glory. Sighing, he looked down his nose and said,
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1. Could these be Somali pirates? or were they just over-enthusatic mango sellers? Irregardless, the pok-pok hitting my Zodiac boat was casuing the stearing to be choppy. I gave a
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2"The fates see death in your face!" the crone wheezed. I tried to point to the "No Solicitors" sign but she pushed me back into the hallway. "You shall see!" she croaked.
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1. Sadly lacking facial growth, she knit a good handlebar with a pair of circular needles and a garter stitch. She wore it in front of the mirror. Looking askance, she felt
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1"How many scarabs are in this mummy?" Candide Argos, PhD pulled another one out with a pair of jeweler's tweezers. He counted twenty-five so far. He called his graduate student to
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1lava lounge. He settled into his egg-shaped coccoon and ordered a gin ricky from one his many minions. Soon his plans would come to fruition, soon he would the toys would...
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2"Push it back! Push it back! Push all the way back!" I moved closer to the line. I hauled out the tricks of my trade, hoping beyond hope that...