Finished Folds (41—60)
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1And yet, Moonie did nothing. Soggy toilet paper now filled every room and had begun to squeeze out of the windows - from outside, the house looked like it was vomiting toothpaste
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3flicking backwards and forwards through his English-Mandarin dictionary haplessly, but he simply couldn't make head not tail of it. Sshee shoh jyen dzeye nah-lee? He tried, hopefu
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1fur coat, some crotchless tights and the keys to an ant-infested flat above a fish-processing unit in Scunthorpe. I thought I'd done well, as I popped them in the mail (no stamp re
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8without warning and for the most spurious of reasons, leaving a legacy of bitterness and hate to echo down the generations. But wasn't that the whole point of it? Only masochists w
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3"I don't care" Dan replied, peevishly, and began to gather up his nets. "You ain't going nowhere!" said Bob, with his hair in a flare, combing it down in despair. Oh, for some
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4"Smut, smut and more smut!" shrieked the Quaker, slamming the tomes down on the counter. "Is that too much to ask from a library book??!". The librarian, adjusting the strap of her
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5suddenly seemed less important than it had a few moments ago. In fact, the burning was diminishing by the second. "Now touch your toes, and say 'Aaaaaah!", the doctor giggled, adju
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9I handed over my wallet without hesitation. How did she know of my terrible allergy to polycarbonate plastics? A lucky guess? I watched as she rifled through my wooden credit cards
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2m rate number now. 888888. Calls guaranteed to last 80 minutes. And then, in tiny letters beneath: Facing the un-circumcision decision? Allow us to assist! Our friendly team of Mal
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3Or even, his own Acts. Either way, if he wanted to terminally unfriend those guys that badly, he should find some other cosmic, spooky, cataclysmic way of doing it. Was I his instr
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7in there, as it happened. Labouring away on the boss's gold and rhinestone studded throne, he'd almost finished when he saw Angela, the boss's shriveled-up old mother in law, holdi
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3of prostheses all over this town, you crazy limb-snatcher! Thought the inspector. But he didn't try and stop them as the stax grew ever larger - a clutch of chrome hip-joints here,
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6.." Satisfied, The Evangelist let the ink dry on the parchment and lay down for a well earned rest. "At last, a parable that will live on after me!" thought John smugly, and slept.
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4Molotov's attempts to create the perfect strawberry daiquiri had so far proved to be disastrous. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go Slava" sighed taberneiro Stalin sadly,
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4Heading for a nearby cave, I paused to remove my shoes, leaving them outside to fill with rainwater as I ducked within and removed the rest of my clothes. Then, smearing myself wit
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4d all too well what those tortured twilight imaginings of giant choppers and blue,horned women were all about. And boy, did that make him feel inadequate as a man. So he tried to c
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3And he makes a great draught excluder. And gets on very well with the postman. In fact, the no-legs thing is nothing short of a blessing. Which is why, when I bought a cat, I swift
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2handkerchief and told her to pull herself together. Hysterical gum-chewing, couplet spewing, dumb ass broad. She sniffled offensively, and continued: "Have you no heart, you creatu
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11and hoisted him into the air by rope and pulley. Dangling high above, Frankîe thought that the diners all looked like ants. And then he realised: they WERE all ants! No wonder he'd
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1with his mouth in a disgusting manner. A habit that he had been unable to shake from childhood, he wet a finger with spittle and rapidly thrummed it between his lips. Data, distrac