Finished Folds (21—25)
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1to prevent him from regression; he didn't want him becoming enraged! Then, at the top of the hill, the trumpet player let out a resounding blow of his horn, killing OCD man dead.
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5He painted over the stain with a deep red that perfectly matched the blood his head injury had so violently placed onto the canvas. He drew back once more and sighed. Silently, he
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5A time long ago, someone dear to me said go. And now I weep. Blah blah blah. "This writer has nothing to say at all! As a matter of fact, yes, I'm sure he is mad! Absolutely insane
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4And the two lovers danced contentedly. They stared longingly into each other's eyes. And with each passing moment, eternity resonated in their frozen stares. One two step. Infinity
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1tomato. And with a sudden shriek of terror, the outrageous fortune teller gave Mouse a potion to kill the chanting thing, once and for all. The Mouse shook as she took out the vile