Finished Folds (61—80)
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2Tumor I had grown made a nose like a balloon expelling air through a small hole. It was not a pleasant noise. This situation was becoming untenable, on a whim, I reached for my
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5good stock of beer, and went to work on it immediately. A game of beer pong materialized. The wives groaned. "Like a pack of 16 year olds" Doris said, disgusted. She grabbed her
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2for what else was a storage unit to do when not in use. "An empty storage unit is a depressed storage unit" was not a well known saying for nothing. It was the cold hard truth.
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6ent's eyes widened noticeably. "Seems reasonable, I guess..." And so it was that X, the real estate agent and the band of merry aliens sat down and opened a bottle of
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1The moral of this story was obvious. Without any hint of context or something, however, small to go on, those who follow you will be undoubtedly lost for words.
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4She giggled in delight, but regretted that a little, giggling often caused earthquakes and some of her little human friends got squashed by falling buildings. There was so many of
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4waiting to lick up any scraps that she dropped onto the floor but she didn't care. This po'boy was her Everest and she was conquering it like Sherpa's on Meth. "BANG!"
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4A kind soul, but simple, lord yes. So very simple. My thoughts drifted to the first time I met him, scrubbing away at a filthy McDonalds floor. He didn't even work there.
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4"No" came the answer. I breathed a sigh of relief, thank god for that. A zombie grandma, no thanks! My eyes widened slowly as I remembered I was supposed to be alone in this room.
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6with a sledgehammer. Cleverbot was clever, sure, but a sledge to the CPU was enough to put him back in the dark ages. A printer was smarter than him now. Cleaverbot reacted by
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4on top of a gold mine, but no one knew it. We lived in poverty while untold riches were piled up beneath our stupid noses. The town was small, the people depressed, the weather
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7undressed and powdered myself from head to toe. I transformed into an unstoppable force with the strength of 100 men, every sense heightened and my teeth were now sparkling. Now I
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4He didn't want to eat me, he wanted to marry me. But how would someone like Hannibal know about my secret identity as the fairy prince? I had only ever told 3 people: 1)
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3he loved to eat mice, sure, but he loved the hunt more and he had to admit that torturing mice was pretty good too. Sometimes after catching a mouse, he would force it
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4the polls in the Presidential race at the time, was Donald Trump, the sole reason for setting off on the motorbike expedition. When they finally reached Гагарин
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5I woke up quick, at about Noon. It was Sunday. Also, my legs were missing. Breakfast consisted of eggs on toast, with a side of sharp despair. I missed my legs. Where could they
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10of the saying "love at first sight", quickly documenting my interpretation on my phone with Google Keep as I bled out, asking the stranger if they could submit it to urban dictiona
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4. I started off towards home but Dave didn't follow. That's when we both realised it. His hind paws were stuck in the quicksand and he was sinking fast. I grabbed Dave by the mane
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3the hounds until now. They were restless and eager to get under way, racing ahead as the sisters walked together down the path. She could sense them coming. She knew that she
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5And now that I have made my point, I guess I'm done. Another few lines to fill in and we're all set. Story complete. Point made. Everyone happy. I really don't have anything else.