Finished Folds (521—540)
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4a heart monitor bleeping his heartbeat. The sleep number bed had been set too perfectly. He'd gone into the third decimal and had drifted off into a thirty year coma. His family
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3But her mouth wasn't moving. I came to realize that everything she'd said the entire night was like that. She'd never made a sound, but I heard. The music faded in as I touched her
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4Breakfast Cereal Land where Tony the Tiger and Diggum the Sugar Smacks frog offered cool, sugary milk massages. Snap, Crackle and Pop would provide sweet shiatsu by jumping on my
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0The unicorns and ponies would be wearing tiny hats that denoted their blood types. Such a blood farm would remove much of the grief I get from feeding on humans. Cute vessels of
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0the sort of life that you read about in books. If I walked into the street and aliens invaded, or into a trashy bar only to find that the girl of my dreams was a spy for a futurist
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5while raining urine and wood pulp from a dogwood that Kincade claimed were from the Christ's cross. Kincade was, of course, laughed off America's Got Talent in third place.
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3even one. They weren't my cousins, they were just random ass cousins pissing in the English Channel who thought it was funny as hell that I was about to swim across their toilet.
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5The manual had been very specific. "Multiple Use. Pump until inflated, then, apply finger to tip to relieve extra pressure." Unfortunately, the manual was for tire repair, not war
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3It wasn't like my brother wasn't deserving. He was annoying as hell and was constantly provoking animals into attacking them, then defending himself with blade or bullet. The pet
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2The lights flickered and then rose to a blinding glow, buzzing ever louder as I put my fingers to the keys. I could see echoes or spirits of the greatest writers, channeling into
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2The nog had been strong with this one, but was now a skating rink of sick on the slippery linoleum. Her father rushed in, buttoning his junk up from the first attempts at marital
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4hundreds of dollars making her own coffee and bringing it to work in a thermos. She'd used the extra money for surgery and recovered over the holiday. Now he would notice her.
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3Perversely perplexed, Prudence plunged perilously publicly, perhaps pornographically, on the priests protruding promiscuity. Praises! the priest palpitated. Push! Pull! Please!
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2lunge or twist his way. She was a master of musical gym combat. He was the master of merciless killing. His Taebo instructor would be disappointed in Henry's Navy Seal flashback
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1spending way too much time reminiscing about the piano scene in Pretty Woman. Encountering a flying hooker folded perfectly into Gere's fantasy. His tug smashed the pirate's ship
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5but she was accustomed to his tardiness. Welcomed it even. He would always overcompensate with some grand gesture or thoughtful gift. He laid down his motorcycle on her sidewalk &
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1...or so they said. She was listening too. She didn't become a cultural bellwether by ignoring the masses. If she could pull off virginal, maybe the church and pepsi would forgive
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4mind to go and burn it down, but he's one of those religious crazies. He's always muttering about how god told him this or that. And really, a forty day cruise? Where's the water
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3just crush her dreams of stardom, but we meercats Are supposed to have the highest social standards in the animal kingdom. But there goes my baby, trashy tail sticking out for all
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0torso with gum drop buttons melting down with some kind of acidic toxin. Another hand clutched over the edge of the pan from somewhere beneath. The gingerbread legion edged away