Finished Folds (1—5)
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1pointless to me now, but a good idea all the same. Really what I needed was an all-you-can-fire flamethrower. If only the world were that kind...
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3The purple oaf spent ten minutes fiddling with the dumpster, trying to reposition it. The cop watched every move, caressing his nightstick and realizing his newfound bizarre fetish
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2Dancing back and forth to dodge each claw, I was soon reminded how bad a dancer I am. The crab snatched me and pulled me into his embrace. Soon I would dream forever about crabs.
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2Unable to muster a simple, "Excuse me, could I get another pencil?" I sunk low in my chair and gripped the tip of the pencil between my teeth, filling my mouth with pencil shavings
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1The feeling pulsing through my skin. Felt kind of like a worm wriggling through my veins. I guess such a thought should've made me sick, but I've always had an attraction to worms.