Finished Folds (1—17)
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3halfbred, raised it's eyebrows to continue probing. "More tea?" I nodded in it poured the steaming liquid into my cup.
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5exploded, with a flurry of cloudy suds finding themselves at every corner of my newly refurbished laundry. "My love, where are you!". I heard her scream again. I need to find her.
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8"The media is like this roast chicken", he said to his confused audience of Media Texts 101 students, "consumed it too slowly and it'll get cold,"
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1I said, trying to keep up with his lengthy stride, "How are we going to even find him". Jonas' Dad stopped in his place, "I know, I know where Jonas is, I can feel it".
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1I could do, but even the thought of it horrified me more than anything I could imagine. I would need to find her, and kill her.
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8every student present that day had died in under a minute. The teacher tried to scream but no sound came out. The song could never be played again.
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1is not like any other day in the history this illustrious establishment," a cheer went out among the well-dressed crowd, "For today is the anniversary of
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4bow tie and a long knife, carving an unusual symbol into the naked chest of a 12 year old boy who was both terrified and very much alive.
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5Poor Balzar was destined to be alone in his meaningless half-bodied existence as long as those women continued to judge him by their harsh and shallow criterion.
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3would have known? We were all just disposable in the end, I suppose. Toys are created to be thrown away and soon we would all become dust.
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5He said, "What on earth was all that noise about?" She told Pierre to stand on all fours and she promptly rested her feet on his back. "I'm just so invigorated today, Pierre!"
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3Tom had to run the catch up with the excited Zeke and it was a good thirty minutes before he was even able to reach him. Zeke, having exhausted all his energy, collapsed beside the
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2, witnesses are describing her as "just right". She escaped today after breaking a myriad of household furniture and stealing a bowl of porridge at the residence of the Three Bears
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6Those words had travelled generations down my ouranophilic family line. We were born to fly. Our feet just didn't feel comfortable on solid ground.
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3the bustling crowd of striking line workers at the Lindelburg Candycane factory. He was lost in just seconds. His red and white stripes blending immediately into the masses.
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4That day would be remembered by many. It's history, written as it was, on the walls of nightclub bathrooms like ancient hieroglyphs. Nobody would ever forget the name J Mascis.
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6John was his name. Peculiar for a dog, Hendrix was aware but it was named after his late grandfather. John's long wet tongue found itself exploring the inside of Hendrix's ear.