Finished Folds (421—440)
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3murmured insouciance but I perceived micro-tremors in his apparently casual movements, like a film played slowly. But for the first time in my life I felt safe from the unexpected.
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5She gazed back with encouraging eyes. Robot's arms went crazy. "DANGER! WARNING!" "Silence, you hunk of junk!" shouted Dr. Smith. I sighed. "I'm feeling awfully prepubescent now,
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3unscrupulous pork hustler faster than a flour dusted corn fritter. Egan shoved the flabbernugget into his rubber parka pocket. Fagan squeezed his face into a breezy wheedle smile.
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5and the audience fell silent. Mortified, she ran off stage. Then she remembered timing, and tried again. "Monkeys," she said, pacing awhile. "…Pants." Then without warning, "Pies."
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2s and then escalated into enraged arguments about leaving the country if you didn't like it here. After negotiating an uneasy truce we all climbed into the bottom bunk and spooned.
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5that's hard to say. You see-" "You chopped her into pieces & distributed the parts across the country: 2 limbs here, only a torso there?" said Father T eagerly. The trucker sighed.
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5away confused. Was this the Dewey Decimal System or Universal Decimal Classification? He fell through 539.120.226 space-time symmetries, right into the now left handed old lady.
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3Should I stop asking myself questions? These questions and more burned in my mind like flaming slips of paper with questions written on them. "Why do you come to me in my dreams?"
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8He had to get in touch with his feminine side. He changed into his dress like the one worn by the lady in the "get rid of Rufus" 2002 Zyrtec commercial. Trying to comfort his boss,
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3if only he could bear to change the names of Captain Picard and crew. Scott's friends read his romance and said it was refreshingly insincere and unconvincing, especially the part
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8Tickle Me Elmo boxers, making his toes tingle with delight & shocking the monkey, who climbed out, tore off his tiny monkey pants & threw his tiny monkey pie at the customs agent.
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2This was perfect. We became fast friends by 9:12 when I excused myself to walk up the car searching for a seat next to a Mr Y. who I found at 9:14:55. I sat down at precisely 9:15.
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4change you name to "Jelly" and whenever you laugh you must do so in a jolly manner." "Like Santa Claus?" "Exactly." Jilly signed the documents. "At least I get the last laugh."
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4of humanity restlessly combing the beach. Actually the sandcastle is more like crumbled blue cheese, awaiting I know not what for an indefinite time period. Yes, time awaits itself
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2his llama to a full gallop as he approached the state of Miami. Two official looking New England cowboy border guards stopped him. "Cheerio, mate. Wot's that you're riding?" Randy
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3showmanship skills, as I demonstrated the capabilities of various objects around the room. Faster and louder I wowed him by exhibiting unappreciated qualities of everyday household
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4H.R. Pufnstuf lunchbox. "What's your deal with your weird thing about pencils?" he asked sulkily. "What's your deal with your lunchbox? Is that some obscure U.S. TV thing?"
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6Ambrose Bierce Street in San Francisco is not really a street. It's a narrow dead end alley, which seems strangely appropriate. Don Swaim calls it a "rank passageway." Would Bierce
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3The sudden increase in population density caused Bulgaria to explode. Dust settled on the Black Sea, depriving benthic macrophyte populations of light. A bad day for marine life.
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8comes he might fold the clothes we're wearing, or even our epicanthi!" The forest was black and still beyond the flickering campfire light. The mournful cry of the rogue fold bot