Finished Folds (701—720)
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0He slept under the covers for the first time since the ghost had been busted. That moment where he'd felt safe under the covers, then seen a ghost beneath had ruined his safe place
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5Was it treason to want to steal the President's wife away for a romantic weekend? How much of the American military and Homeland Security would be used to ensure her chaste return?
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1Enraged, he threw down his keyboard. Davies had made it impossible to market Torchwood slash fic if everyone already knew what it was like to see Ianto and and Harkness kissing!
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2Every single box in the toy store now had all of the pertinent information in English and Spanish. The way he could tell the expensive ones from the cheap ones, they had French too
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2The stars burned out one at a time, then in pairs, then in clumps. The night sky was going black and when the moon went out, Stella knew there was about eight minutes before
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1Bubbles flew all around her and bounced against her nose as the parachute fluttered all around her. How she'd gotten on top of it was as much a mystery as how she'd come to
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4They say that the head stays alive for two minutes after it's been decapitated. The lack of this knowledge was the cause for Bob's mild confusion as he sailed over the edge of
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4She strode to the front of the class, glorious in her defeat and handed the teacher the worst work she'd ever done. She'd started and finished the eight week assignment on the bus
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2Unaffected by the screams, he proceeded to walk over the groaning, angry corpses, bound together by duct tape and hemp. Those that baked in the sun felt leathery beneath his toes
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0The telephone rang without end. Theresa sat there staring at it. It wasn't plugged into the wall or anything, yet it rang and rang. Desmond entered cautiously and grabbed his cell
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2Such a fall had never been attempted, at least not with the intent to live. Who would be fool enough to expect survival when sky diving without a parachute, but he'd seen it done.
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4He was told not to read the book, but why the hell did the old man sell it to him, if not to read? When the demons started crawling from the hole in the floor, he began to wonder
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2The tag on the edge of his bed forbade him from removing it. He worked at the store, but he'd purchased it on an employee plan and would have to return it if he quit within a year
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4Seth's diet had slowly degenerated over the course of the past months. His time as a restaurant critic was of no use to him on a strict regimen of grubs, crickets and leeches.
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2Hot fat and delirium congealed somewhere at the base of his skull. The time of magic and will had given way to a chaos unanticipated by the great tomes. To be undone by a pan of
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4The new trend of coffee inserts had passed Delilah by, who was still using a grinder and the crushed souls of her betrayers to brew her award winning coffee. "Want lament with that
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4up the hill. He always did this for maximum speed and effect, and to show off for Joline. After a nod to his princess, he turned and pulled the front up. The wheel flew off ahead
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3gobstoppers? Deacon Blues was in permanent rotation in his old man's "den"; a bedroom he converted in their three bedroom apartment just before his fourth son was born. Priorities!
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0pissed in them for good measure. Then came the LSD and enough ground vicodin to stop a rhino. A few magic words later and the makeshift cauldron of magic and pharma shed glistening
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0vestite made high signs to the guitar tech in back. He'd flip a switch and the entire wall of guitars would turn from music to munitions. Songs in the key of death, so to speak.