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10th 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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"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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It 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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ecstasy. 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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ped 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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But 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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Alpha. 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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goop 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.