Finished Folds (861—872)
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3when you make that farty noise in your armpit, the smell of sweat in the morning after your fifteen kilometer jog and when you turn your head and cough. It turns me on.
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4cried out, "Fellow nude Foldsters follow me into the light!" The heavens opened and the rain poured down washing me in
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4like moldy katsup/ketchup. He wanted more. Since his teeth couldn't penetrate it, he grabbed a hammer and chisel and began pounding away when suddenly
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2her stocking clad legs. "Anything for the tangy robust cheese," she pleaded, strutting sluttily in front of him. "Please baby ...
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3It was just enough to kill him quickly. I secretly laughed. They would never catch me and the message in the hidden backwards English told me
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2Goat curry with just a hint of that secret sauce always made me do something in my ...
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3Perhaps not. But what the heck, life in the south of Mexico was cheap. I took a deep breath and filled out the lottery ticket. And what do you know... Mexico was great!
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3But there was no escape. It screamed in pain as she felt the connect between the coffee and herself come together. At Last
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4To marry the king of Norway. So her child was boxed up and sent there express mail. When the king opened the box, he exclaimed,
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2The drugs were kicking in and the world was spinning. The feeling was intense but, one he learned to out the open window everything would be ok. Where were his wings?
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5Too bad he was nauseous and it seemed to be winking at him in a come hither kind of way. He knew what he had to do. He picked up his knife and
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1This was the life for her. She would embrace it wholeheartedly. She would head to every spot and in the end rule the world or at least help to.