Finished Folds (1—4)
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1Cindy was not there. She was probably
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1I hurled the thing with deadly precision across the room and it struck the skull of my nemesis. Blood shot from the wound like an uncapped fire hydrant.
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2"OW!" I yelled. My foot screamed in pain and I reflexively grabbed on to it.
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3It vanished within moments without a trace to be seen. If anything had been there moments ago, no proof remained of there ever have been.