6 Folds
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She leapt astride her wingèd tapir and shouted to her squire to crank the engine. Lost at the county fair, the leopard who served her as squire didn't have the presence of mind to -
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She needed a way to tell them, but only figuratively. A nice safe firewall of metaphor between them and a pulpy finish. Perhaps a coded message? She needn't mention the Wall Mulch.
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Was there a way out? The tunnel seemed to go on forever. The wolf sniffed anxiously at a pile of logs left abandoned on the tiled floor. It wanted
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Was there a way out? The tunnel seemed to go on forever. The wolf sniffed anxiously at a pile of logs left abandoned on the tiled floor. It wanted
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vaulted gallery, ringed with marble busts of the great and the good. Her footsteps echoed as she hesitantly approached the central dias. Where was
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Or perhaps... it was the hall itself. He thought back to long evenings spent consulting building plans, plotting the failed raid on the school's gold reserves. There had been
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lazily flipped the ripe lemon over his neighbour's fence, where it struck Jänine the dog on the belly as she rolled in the freshly manured flowerbeds. Something seemed strange in
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Slowly he opened the door. They filled the space behind like beans in a can... a can of terror. They watched as he
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pulled hard on the bird's beak, its hooked end pressing a red mark into her skin. After the first minute of yanking, the onlookers began to disperse. Then, abruptly, it opened.