Finished Folds (1—2)

• 5
  The Pope gingerly lowered the lid back onto the teapot. "Mouldy," he said. "It is infallibly mouldy. Gentlemen, will you settle for peppermint?"

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  2018-04-27 08:16:17

• 2
  As it happens, he is mistaken. The execution will never take place. Michael will never stop jogging. Ripples cross the duck pond this bright morning.

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  2018-04-27 08:12:34