Finished Folds (821—840)
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4Universal crystal energy. It was the last self-help program on the shelf that I hadn't failed miserably at. Sixteen jobs in half as many months and I was no closer to getting some
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3he was sub-sober with at least three hours to go before any sensation returned above the waist. Below it, however, the new attachment to his hog kicked in and rerouted the intake
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3and jammed it into her ear. Better her than him. He was a bread winner and had a family to support two states away where his ex-wife tramped it up with anyone willing to donate
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3nape fluff. He loved the nape. He lived there. If it were up to him, he's be tackled there for the first down and then grind it wildly like a halftime cheerleader in luxurious sod.
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1a shadow of mediocrity beneath Bill Murray and John Belushi. Why'd you think they didn't ask you onto Ghostbusters? "John wasn't in--" Chevy spat. "Venkman was written for him, but
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3irrigated the entire place with a potent combination of gasoline and tequila heavy urine. The gas alone would have done it, but he wanted to go out with an exclamation point.
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5The bird fluttered onto my window sill and pecked away at my will to live. Each knock on the window pane was a reminder of the tequila I'd hoped to forget, but she was there, so
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2"Who the hell wears a fedora in church?" she said. "Does he think we're going to encounter a sword wielding Arabian Nazi sympathizer in Bethesda?" I jumped up and donned my turban
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2He sat there beaming at me, glowing in the dark with sweat and wide pupils. "How can you know unless you try?" I smirked, wondering how many times that line had worked.
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5The electric eraser vibrated in my hand, taking the pencil from the page as if it had never been there. On a whim, I held it up and pointed it at the wall, which disappeared and
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6In the days that would follow, I remembered speaking the words that ended us. They tasted salty in my mouth and I couldn't tell if I was remembering the tears or tasting them again
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1Sometimes I think about it late at night. If I could, would I go back and do something different so I could be with her, forsaking this future of wife...family. I don't like the
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5She spoke my name with a melody that I'd never heard before. A song danced along each intonation and echoed a sugar coating from my lips to my heart. Not touching her was not an
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1Snow fell, igniting her alabaster skin and coal black eyes with a fire unseen since our kiss. The trouble beneath faded away as her tongue caught a snowflake. Winter loved her as I
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3It was festive. That's all he'd wanted from his Christmas and he was getting it, even though he'd never made it home. Who'd have thought a leather bar's Christmas Eve Freak Night
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4The traitor stood with a match dangling precariously from his finger. The fumes from the gasoline were flaring up around it, marking the saturation building in the room.
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1Wrapping paper tubes leaned against the boxes of books. He'd written a book that was well reviewed, but sold only a hundred copies. Everyone on his list would get his book, but
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1The coffee mug was empty. It wasn't strictly a mug in the truest sense of the word, but a blender pitcher that had been the last clean vessel for caffeine. He stared in despair at
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2The devil's whisper fell on deaf ears. Her angelic heart could not be turned by the first of the fallen, though at every turn he was there to remind her of a different course.
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4The light of the moon cast blue lines through the blinds onto his face. Staying asleep was no problem, but his dreamself stepped into the light and blazed with lunar energy coldly