Finished Folds (41—60)
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8The voices sound relaxed and soothing--too soothing, like they are trying to lull me into a stupor. "Easy now, Dave. Easy," they whisper, and I feel myself losing control, drifting
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3"You get a bit too philosophical for my taste when you're drunk," Billy laughed, taking a swig of his 'Weiser. "If by taste you are referring to your personal stance on aesthetics,
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5sure, but Cary can work on that. The exhibit is a perfect menagerie, a Saharan, serene twist on classic Old McDonald, complete with camels and billy goats. No one can top
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3"Well, there ain't much you can do about sneezing. It's just how life is," Porky replied. Skip reared for another sneeze. "I AH don't AH believe AH CHOOOOOOOOOOOO... you."
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7The rumble of the van nearly overpowered the sound of Markov's voice. "So, you thought to cross Mr. Roland?" he said, wiping down a syringe. Max's eyes widened. "Look, I don't
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4Maybe it was because the universe couldn't bear the thought of burning beautiful hands like mine. I grinned, pocketing the medallion. The grapple line yanked me upwards and I was
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4"Did you smoke a few too many Longbottom Leaves there, Gandalf?" Pippin said, his charming Scottish lilt now drooping with concern. I stroked my beard. "Are you intimating that
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3His eyes cut through me like steak knives. I knew how to make the soup--I'd done it a million times. But Chef Louis' presence was like a curse. I accidentally substituted walnuts
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4The American diplomat, wasted on the vodka by now, slurred, "I'm sure it has nothing to do with the agent we have in Moscow." Markov grinned sidelong at his partner. The scheme had
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4when she least expects them. I know every event on her schedule, hour by hour. I know when she sleeps, what she eats. Some call me a stalker. I prefer the term "committed."
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5t like the ill-informed opportunist I was, I signed on the dotted line. The gunslinger seemed sincere as gunslingers go, and the thought of buried treasure on an island allured me.
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7there is a peat-bog filled with piranhas about half a mile ahead. Don't ask me how they got there. Anyway, if you wear these you most likely won't lose your ankles." Our guide
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6bitter old man, convinced she was the one who ruined the relationship. Still, as the years passed I had a nagging sense of remorse. I found myself unable to forget about her.
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6at me with a glare of hatred, the veins of its eye flaring like sinews. "Who dares come hither?" it said, though considering it was a disembodied eye I wondered where the sound
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5need to find a way to spice up the shots while simultaneously humbling Ling Ling. A plan instantly emerged. During the shoot, I dumped a jar of molasses on his head. The viscous
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8I should've taken those etiquette classes in middle school. My other peers laughed derisively and called me "pudding mouth" for the rest of my high school career.
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5"If you derail this fold, Santa Claus dies." Gun pointed at Santa, I had gotten desperate. If saving FoldStory from derailed narratives meant destroying Christmas, then so be it.
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4He had a special way of seeing things. Where others saw adversity, he saw opportunity. Where others fled for fear of destruction, he pressed forward with a hunger for glory.
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4there'd be a lit party around the corner, and Barny wasn't disappointed. Who knew cloned fruit could make Miley Cyrus look like a lazy downer? And who knew they'd be sentient....
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5The wild success of Billy's lemonade stand, thanks to his devilish tenacity,crashed the economies of several small countries and drove his 12-year-old competitors out of business.