Finished Folds (21—40)
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2were amateurish at best, scribbles of brown and green crayon that barely resembled a life form of any sort. She gave a melancholy sigh. Her art career was over.
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10"I love that colour you're wearing, though." I whispered. Even as a middle-aged Squidman I could appreciate tasteful colour-matching when I saw it. "What is it, electric yellow?"
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1Guys... guys... I have the best idea. Imagine if instead of going to, like, school, we
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3take off the ill-fitting underwear that was causing me such irritation and discomfort, but unfortunately that would have to wait. "Yes sir," I saluted. "I'll prepare the
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2With such energy and power in my veins, I knew I would outlive even his grandchildren by centuries - so if this didn't work out, I could just marry his great-grandson instead.
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3and so the team needed all the resources at their disposal, which meant that they had to win this lawsuit with the minimum expenditure possible. "Well," said Sue. "For a start,
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3s exploded in a halo of sharp fragments around my head and I felt the room around me begin to swim, as though I was drunk on a fairground ride. Leering at me, he said, "Well Dr,
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3"I don't confine myself to silly mortal labels." The divine being scoffed, and blew a perfectly formed smoke ring. "Some of my followers call me
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2But the trail of destruction it left behind wasn't. Scorched trails of grass ran all across the lawn and an unsuspecting sheep, lightly barbecued, gave a bleat of surprise. Luckily
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3He made a mental note to get that seen to as he crashed to the ground with his artificial knees resolutely stuck together. "Bates be a gent and
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6Todd masqueraded as Diane, the flirtatious yet enigmatic dilettante from Chicago; while the dashing Captain Monroe was in fact none other than
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1ing prototype condoms was not a job George ever imagined having, but to be honest he wasn't complaining too much. In fact, he almost looked forward to
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9inspired by my dear mother; after she was killed in a freak bird-related accident I thought it would be sweet to name my business venture after the way she died. Actually, now that
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5the gaze of the gym's patrons as they stared longingly at the meatloaf; torn between the sculpted figures they were striving for, and the thought of food. The tension in the air
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5changed everything - who could keep living normally after witnessing a horror on that scale? I couldn't shake the thought that, if only I had
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4can't take any more of this nonsense." And to keep a short story short, she quit.
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3The sausage dog eyed him reproachfully as he climbed slowly to his feet. "Well that didn't work," he muttered, as a glob of yolk fell from his right eyebrow.
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5Who knew that skeet shooting with stale bakery goods could be so dangerous? Pastry flakes and stale crumbs flew from every pocket as he skidded down the hill, landing in a
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12ng remorsefully into the fighting ring he'd once been king of, as he pulled decaying rat corpses out of the blocked changing room shower drain. He'd fallen so far.
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4Why was it, then, that he was suffering from such a terrible case of writer's block? Surely there was a written masterpiece of a script inside him, if only he could