Finished Folds (1—7)
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5as can be; she fell to the floor and spun her legs in a circle. Music like bike horns and clown cars filled the air. "All over and under..." she sang quietly
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3away. Vaughn sobbed; he knew he shouldn't have bought that floppy disk of gay porn off of Facebook marketplace. He hadn't seen a floppy disk in years, of course it would be cursed
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6"You dare touch a hair on my chest? I came here for a trim and a shave - but I'll shoot ya if I gotta. My wife loves this fur. How about you drop the sword and continue this fade?"
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2laser beam eyeballs could see the crusted stains on literally every surface. Probably didn't need the lasers, really. Some loads just never fully go away, you know? Psychic energy
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5didn't spray them in the eyes with jets of blood. That would be the worst thing to ever happen to them, probably; getting someone else's blood in their eyes. How would one wash it
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6- I'm a breath artist. I don't breathe like normal people, I breathe in patterns and rhythms, otherwise I forget how to breathe at all. Composition is my essence, my identity, and
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5looked at himself proudly in the mirror. If he didn't embrace it, it would swallow him up whole. He had to go fast.