Finished Folds (661—680)
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0assembling the ingredients known only to the old gods, and Mr. Jenkins at the ice cream shop down the road. It was no coincidence that his sprinkles called forth the dark tongues
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3wrong in the eyes of his sons. When he taught them how to light matches, knowing full well they lived in tony city of wood shavings, the hamster carnage only encouraged him to buy
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6Maybe it was how the hair on his chin extended all the way up to his widow's peak, which was only visible because it was slightly longer. If teen wolf had binged on turpentine, he
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0put her in the top ten, or top four for the "most likely to have teeth" category. It wasn't that she didn't work out, it was all of the munchies she at at 4 am after 37 hours of
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3in any way whatsoever, Kathy Griffin's face had an eye damage warning tattooed on it. It was a trap though. If you looked close enough to read it, you were too late. Plastic
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1and said a brief prayer to Mr. T before plunging into the cataclysm. If he'd been watching his brother, he might have been able to duck what happened next. As his back stab landed
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5Uma laid down an anti-republican rant while reducing a feminist to tears for eating a ham sandwich. If it wasn't fair trade, she wasn't having it. Janeane waited for Glen Beck to
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3While other living dead were chasing down children and old people, he was making brainaccino with human sweet breads and amygdala scones. A better class of zombie had arrived with
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2it again love, buh thishtime wiv beh-uh pronunshiation." She found it easier this time, having finished her work while he dragged her clutching hard to his upper thigh. Keith
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2writhed beneath the weight of the cold iron, straining them as the sweat blistered to the surface. For the third time that night, he murdered and brought her back, but evidently,
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2he entered the canopy, raining glistening ash down upon the council. It was bad form to maintain his draconian appearance among his lessers, but tonight he would feast on their
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2was that Twilight was making the ladies go crazy for the pale bloodsucking cosplayers he so resembled. His attempts with furries hadn't gone so well because his bat head was too
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4His discipline melted as quickly as the scabs in his mouth. Hamster venom dissolved all such coagulation, and vampirism only made it tastier. He paused to remove a hair. They were
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1The chopsticks were dangling from her dead fingers, still coated in deliciously crispy Chang's Spicy Chicken with a light glaze of arsenic sauce. Food critics weren't often
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1The less known about her the better. Bradly had made it all the way to his wedding day without a slip, but now that sinking feeling having once fallen in love with a stripper.
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1Lights danced in his eyes. That's not where they were accustomed to dancing and in point of fact, were a little uncomfortable there with all of the dewy innocence. Nevertheless,
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2Molten shuttlecocks rocketed toward Vanessa. She'd reached the final level of extreme badminton where all executions were unresurrectable. Never in the history of the sport had
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3The light flashed on his answering machine. He stood next to it, wishing he could listen to the messages, but those times were gone. Beside it was a list of songs after his eulogy
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3The light flashed on his answering machine. He stood next to it, wishing he could listen to the messages, but those times were gone. Beside it was a list of songs after his euology
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3The easel stool folded in the closet. He was afraid to look at it and averted his gaze when the door was open. She had been leaving it open often, but catharsis was a long way off