Finished Folds (1—8)
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210th to perform the brain transfer, randomly select an inmate from C section and pick up a Wall Street banker for the procedure. I'll be having my nails done that morning. Lavender
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1"Sometimes with a switch." Elroy completed without a speck of good nature. He spat a thick brown glob of tobacco at a nearby copper pot, missing it entirely, and obviously not for
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4It wasn't me. It was him. It was always him. I'd never enjoy an evening at my favorite spot again. Yet another thing taken from me, leaving me disconnected, an eternal outsider in
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2ecstasy. She'd never have believed that jello wrestling would be so freeing. To let go all her natural inhibitions, leap into a pit of lime jello, and successfully take down Mr. Im
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3ped the alarm somehow. Immediately, red flashing lights were joined by an inhuman howling as thousands of inmates thrashed and gnashed in response. The freezing water raining down
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1But I'd be haunted, and a liar if I said otherwise. Remembering her liquid green eyes and trembling hands as she passed to me the last remaining item, a scuffed leather
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3Alpha. It wasn't ideal. But, he had only two choices as he saw it. Murder the idiot or concede. He did, after all, pity the fool and thus, despite his macho bravado, he chose the
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3goop served as protein for school lunches. The three headed dogs don't truly exist, at least not for a millennia. Instead, a wasteland of ash and cockroaches remains. And me.