Finished Folds (121—129)
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3"What am I even doing with my life?" She thought. "I'm so sad and depressed. All I do is sit in my room cutting myself. I need to get out. I need to change." She gazed up at the
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2join in with the show. She could get information about them off their families, and maybe make personal jokes. But then again that would be creepy. She'd stick to writing a normal
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4who enjoyed the meal very much. It wasn't rubbish or too posh. It made them feel at home. After the meal, I invited my new neighbors up stairs where we played poker, and then later
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5nuts and bolts. You know, like bits of metal that could be used to make various devices. Also, they can nick bits and bobs, and sell them as spare parts. Even a few rusty nails has
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4Emenia Shzrodiga. The ghost of a strange little girl from a far away land that died here in the early 30's. They say she was very, very beautiful, but this was all taken away when
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3while bathing in glorious chedder. He quickly snapped out of it though, with an apathetic squeek. His ears twitched and he ran over to the wall, avoiding any mouse traps along the
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1It was dark and cramped in there. The girl faces were hidden behind thick layers of cheap slutty make-up and dirty smears of semen. Enforcing their lack of privacy, I
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0think about was his hate for that tune, and his growing hate for me. "Shut up! That song is so annoying", he bellowed in my ear. I thought I'd better listen to him or he'd beat me.
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1an overdose. They didn't just use performance enhancing drugs. They experimented on their bodies with all kinds including: anti-psychotics, stimulants, and unknown drugs that kill.