Finished Folds (1—4)
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2you realize, you're already holdin' a smoking gun in your hand. There's a kid in front of you with a bullet in his brain, and a half eaten candy bar that you're starved for.
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2Being thrown across a galaxy had the potential to bring headaches. What luck, he had been set down quite violently upon a planet that administered effective alien medicines.
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3Lace peeked out beneath the wrinkled tulle of her white gown. The ruffled edges lifted just enough that I glimpsed the gun held fast by the bride's leg garter. What a wedding.
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3The whites of her eyes glistened in the fluorescent light, and shone with greed. When her lips parted, a voice akin to that of a robot's burbled forth. "Ain't that something."