Finished Folds (1—20)
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12took the chin of the head between my thumb and forefinger. "What do you think of it so far?" I asked the head. "Rubbish!" I replied on it's behalf, waggling the jaw up and down.
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4a wifi hotspot and started to look into things, excited by the prospects of my new life. Samba? Carnaval? Cachaca? All enticing and intoxicating. If it's good enough for Feynmann!
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2In my time I have been known by many names. Son, brother, sweetheart and Pop. To most folk though, I am Derek. Despite this
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7with the torments of all men. Mark me, you will suffer searing, unimaginable pain. If you are certain you are up to the... Hey! Wait! Come back! Please. Please come back..."
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5the school board was ruled by an entrenched group of liberal descriptivists. Unmoved by her desire to raise standards, they insisted that all language was equally valid, no matter
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3hard tack we could eat, more exercise than you could ever hope for and the chance to see the world. Admittedly from a restricted view about six feet above sea level, but
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7Ryan leaned in, raised his hand to his brow to block out the daylight and squinted through the tiny porthole in the door. As his eyes adjusted, the shape of a
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6The vocalist looked up, eyes narrowing... but said nothing. Clem took in his face. Given enough years liquor and smokes could bestow upon him the gift of a voice of regret, but
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3a low cuss under my breath and looked up to see the bartender glowering at me. "Problem?" he spat. A chill in the air - the chatter quietened as the patrons slowly turned
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5ain't exactly getting by on just our regulars. If the whole town stops for one last drink at our End of The World shindig, that's dandy - and if it's false, who's going to complain
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5The sole remaining minion scurried off, and Drak walked on. He moved cautiously, sidestepping scorched entrails and the occasional limb, until his eyes came to rest upon an ear.
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5unfortunately for me, without fear. I felt like a specimen, pressed under glass and ready to be dispassionately analyzed prior to my... disposal. "Niceties aside," I said, "We
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5slip quietly back to her dressing room between sets. Two turns of the corridor and she was there, breezing through the door and letting it close behind her. Boris placed his ear
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4felt a strong moral obligation to shave the creature bald, collect the resulting clippings and dontate them to Locks of Love. Ethics be darned, this was for the greater good.
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9ever feel the need to cock a snook at convention, say to heck with propriety and just take to the breeze regardless of moral turpitude? I know I do. Consequently my run in with the
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3open chest cavity. This was not the usual decorum with which cardiac surgeons usually operate, but as his results spoke for themselves our superstar surgeon had carte blanche to
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3They say confession is good for the soul. Mind you, they also say "many a mickle makes a muckle". Consequently, I don't have a lot of truck with what they say. Some secrets though,
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2to the Holy Father. "My son" he replied, "The Lord has bestowed upon you a gift. An unseemly, grotesque and often deadly gift. I'd like you to meet a man who can help you exploit
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3move was critical. He didn't fully understand how he was making songs come to life. Checking into the Hotel California or setting the roof, the roof, the roof on fire could be
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2"KA-BOOM!" cried the meteor. "KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!" it screamed out as its white hot debris rained down, scorching all in the vicinity. The vengeance of a bitter universe