Finished Folds (41—52)
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2Years from now people would ask, "Where were you when Mick and Stephen did there thing?" I didn't care. My mind was on a bigger prize. A miraculous chemical formula that could
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6that moths are attracted to light. Nobody was interested. As if the world already knew that fact. He drank another bottle of scotch to drown the feelings of self-hate and tried
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1"You don't do it like THAT you do it like THIS!" I shouted, choking back the tears. Once again I carefully rearranged the teacups in a straight line. They were fucking my day up.
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4swim in effectively. That was then, this is now. These days I spend most of my time in and out of whichever Monte Carlo private club will let a guy in with his Tuxedo covered in
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1Helena looked at me like I'd just been sick down her dress. "Do you usually spew out shit like that on a first date?" I had to admit, I talked a lot of bullshit when I was nervous
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6although those theories are largely in minds of pokenerds and AD&D players I mused. I had to establish why 2 guys in the 1970's were shot. They knew things. Things they shouldn't
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3if they're going to reject my super kindness. There was only one solution. I would rescue people and if they didn't smile I would drop them into an active volcano. The first guy
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2That was until somebody pulled out the joke book. "here's one..." he said, "How many servants does it take to please Caesar" the jokes didn't work they were written in 200AD
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4"it's my pooh to chew!" I shrieked. The drama felt good and I knew instinctively it was the right time to get the Oprah tattoo. The medicine was no longer working.
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2arrangement. He had 48 hours to demonstrate that Tigger 2 was not a viable proposition and that Tigger 1 was the only true Tigger. The seeds of doubt must be sewn. The plan was
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4Once again the prof was trying to get down with the kids. The graffiti in the bathroom was probably true too. I didn't know what to do, I just wasn't ready to hang out with him.
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2thick wads of gloop all over Aerik's dungarees. "You never liked them anyway" said a passing crowd of druids. Aerik agreed. "I hate denim" he muttered. "Yes I do"...