Finished Folds (221—240)
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2I knew I shouldn't have done it, but our relationship has always been adversarial in the extreme. When she challenged me on what other ways there were to skin a cat, the gauntlet
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2My humidity? Can you handle my El Nino with your La Nina? I need a high pressure front in the worst way ." She backed away like I was radioactive; teeth chattering counting geigers
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4and pistachios. I met the troll at a bar beneath the bridge. His name was Spence and he'd dropped the R to stand out. He was a bouncer there and his toll was seeing my wife's
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1absolutely everything. Their mother had pretended that they could afford any excess. She shoved money into stores like she was allergic to it. One day, their father took notice.
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2face and during short instances of silence, her top hat full of explosives combined with her sharpie beard made me think of the Emancipation Proclamation. I was an actor, so I shot
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2it looks like it's all in your head." he said. I frowned. "No, it looks like it's over yours", I said, making the obvious joke at the expense of the Irish midget doctor. The needle
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3in the air with his fingers, each letter glowing in mid air, then his sword disappeared and reappeared, momentarily, in his back. The elf's smile hung like a Cheshire as he pulled
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2The tub was a stagnant pool of tears. She'd started crying a month before and died in it days later. The sadness inside her would not relent. Her dead eyes wept, a heart barely
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1Double crossed! He fell down on the gun and felt it butt against something in his belly. Nothing tore and nothing broke. That wasn't his style and his powers were governed by it
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3He walked behind her deliberately. He was guided perfume in an invisible wake, so smitten he could have done it with his eyes closed. Nobody noticed him, not even her. His lungs
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2The boy sat in the center of the pool of blood, but was not touched by it. He had influence over the elements of blood and fire. His eyes burned and tears evaporated to steam
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0between her breasts and invites me to the continental breakfast. I like the scones, but I have to work harder as she keeps them tightly jammed between her knees. The trick is
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2that can be had for free if you just dig a little and close your eyes when you chew. Eating bugs is a necessity for some people, but there's a magical quality in the fear it evokes
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2She sat down and cracked her fingers. Their tips fell silently, gently over the keys. She could hear the music before she ever began to play. Her fingers arched, and attacked
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5"If you torture me, you're no better than me!" he said, pleading with his eyes and panicking at his reversal of fortune. The cattle prod was in my hand now. "I'm not trying to be"
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3"Shirley, you can't be serious" he told Shirley. "I am serious, but..." Shirley paused. "I got nothing." He laughed and kissed her full on the mouth. She grabbed the riding crop
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2me right between the eyes, crushing the cartilage beneath. I winced, blood dripping from what used to be my nose. "You can't make me hit you." I said. He grabbed my wife, "Please
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5and watched the garbage truck drive away with her baby zombie. The squinted away the tears and felt them running down the back of her throat. She heard it cry and motherly instinct
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1attached a sidewinder launcher to each side of the sleigh. The bomb bay doors he normally used for dropping presents was fitted with a stack of daisy cutters. The bunny high fived
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10never really saw wearing anything but baggy sweat pants and a Merry Maids smock. I fantasized about the elastic band in her pants becoming too loose. Jan knew, so my coffee was