Finished Folds (841—860)
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6you...and I..." It wasn't often that Det. Manatee was at a loss for words. Betty' s eyes filled with tears. "I...understand," she whispered, her voice ragged. "But promise me that
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5, like Steve Martin's banjo. "All I need," Alicia replied to the unusual request, "is to get outta here! Oh...and this coffee mug...and...this spoon." More sniggers. "And...this
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5overrated and, frankly, I enjoyed the attention I received by not using eating utensils. Especially in public. Later, when I grew my beard, it became my claim to fame. My schtick.
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3chided, then noticed the crotchet hooks sticking out of her eye sockets, blood and pus running down her face. "You're perfect for the Creepy Circus!" The Ringmaster handed her a
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3noticed she was leaving. "Hey there!" The hotdog man shouted. "You look like you could use a weiner!" Karen paused, knowing she shouldn't, but his wiener looked so plump & juicy!
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3were enviable, so she became a middle school history teacher in Tacoma. Then her adventures TRULY began!
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3"Excuse me, but..." a tap on my shoulder. "Are you looking for me?" I grabbed her and hugged her. I would never let her go! "Ummm...Do I know you?" she struggled to free herself
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7could be detected, but only if anyone was listening, which no one was. And so another productive day passed without anything getting done. The next morning, it started all over.
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1and pissing her off further. But before she could stab him with her morphine-filled syringe, he bolted out the door & ran buck-nekkid down the corridor. He spotted an elevator!
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2EliteSwag, Maddie4ever &Sugarfree hung their heads in shame.They'd blown it.They'd ruined Chaz's exceptionally great story.But you know what they say: It ain't over 'til it's over
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2didn't matter. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing and no one. As I watched hundred dollar bills float down around me from the sky, all I could think of was...her.
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2He'd even practiced his line in the mirror beforehand: "Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world." Yeah, he was ready. Hiking up his pants, he entered the club.
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3"I want you," he whispered. "To want me." And he meant it. "I need you," she replied. "To need me." He smiled. "I'd love you to love me," he nuzzled her neck. And she did.
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2"Yes, please leave room for cream," he replied to the barista, his pinwheel eyes spinning. "Oh & I'll have a croissant too." Stepping over the convulsing Caesar, he just...left.
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3However, she, being the eternal optimist, re-evaluated the situation. "This is the new start I've needed," she reasoned. "I can turn this around." She built a sandcastle & gathered
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6Dr. Drake Remoray leaning over me. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked. I squinted. "Um, two?" I guessed. Oh my aching head! Dr. Remoray leaned down and kissed me.
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5"Sure," I shrugged. It was too late now to save myself. As the electrodes were taped to my skull, I smiled serenely and pushed the button, knowing this story was not yet over.
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4where to begin my life again, to start fresh with a brand new identity. I sighed happily as I took the last train to Brussels, knowing I'd done my duty. The world was safe again.
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3This was crazy, I thought to myself. This couldn't be real. I pinched myself and closed my eyes, sure that when I opened them again, the plasticene horses would be gone.
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5ad hoped this conversation would go differently, but I could tell by the patient's shifty-eyed response that there was no way he'd cooperate. "Give him placebos," I whispered to