Finished Folds (641—660)
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2they'd had plenty of time to devise a plan for kitchen-wide domination. Their tiny tridents had been fashioned from fondue forks, some ironically flaming with molten marshmallows.
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2but thick framed glasses that landed on his ashes in a very cinematic way. He'd obtained them from military surplus store and wore them very successfully before being burned alive
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2and one mysteriously fell down and into a customer service nightmare. My wife bought a pair of tights and they didn't make my legs look good at all. And green. Really? Who makes
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3everything was on the line, he would rather bite down on a poison capsule than try to save the world, was completely expected by his ex-girl girlfriend. She never had faith in him
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1Burgess' skull just sat there and did its best to scowl in disdain, but it was just a skull and had unfortunate and limitations. It stayed that way of course, until the zombies
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1but instead of shattering, it bent and then consumed her. She found herself in a dark reflection of her own reality, but felt terrific. Her life had been awful back there, but now
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3pushed his lips up in disgust. "I'm an Act-tor". Everyone had seen Rocky and watched in wonder as Stallone walked away with a statue, but nobody expected him to pimp it into
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3and it was like no trampling he'd ever seen. It was more like a shimmying swagger, or the final group dance from dirty dancing. Fourteen female rhinos were sauntering toward him
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2But the disturbing thought of her parents getting off on pantsless smurf cosplay pushed her mind into an oblivion from which she could not wake. Smurfs wore white pants! Blasphemy
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2hand sprung out and eye-jabbed Dad. A thumb hooked on his nose and whipped the whole disembodied hand around toward grandma. She was a quick old broad and pinned it with a fork.
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6the serenity of the Lord's Prayer or searching their purses for the lowest denomination possible for the offertory. He didn't care. He had an iPod video and would impress her
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1my tail suspiciously. No. Not my tail. She's talking to that cute vet on the phone, looking for an excuse to come in and - hey. No date is worth that! What about my unborn
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4color, hardness and buoyancy. Once she'd put each piece of her husband into a different cubby, she looked into the mirror and saw that she was wearing his clothes. Perhaps she'd
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1iPad on the upturned box read pɐd! - something he hadn't noticed until she'd removed it. Something turned deep inside him. Somehow Steve Jobs was telling him something, but he
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7The bags full of used up Christmas cheer were bundled near the door. The use of wrapping paper always sank his mood. For a brief moment, someone smiled, but through it, not at it
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0When the magic of her smile faded, it was withering. She drained the friendly out of her face whenever her friends disappeared, just in case someone beneath her might look in her
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2The pillars cracked, his footfall ending their time as invulnerable juggernauts. As dust, they were much less foreboding, but no less poisonous to evil. He gathered and bagged it
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3scones silence silly sycophants". The board collectively twisted its head. "So scones send self-centered celebrities sailing?" Jim answered, very pleased. Then the gunfire began.
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3the dread rising behind his eyes in a rhythmic crackle that seemed to bake him from the inside. The waves saturated him, but the heat within steamed from his head a screaching
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0bat shit crazy for exactly as long it took to figure out that promoting the film still wouldn't get anyone in to see it. Depp's Thompson was irrelevant. The endless non-sequitors