Finished Folds (141—149)
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11bedside table, damaging it almost beyond repair. Atlas took a moment and then set to work, repairing it. The boulder really did do a number on it. He lost
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5chest. It was like all the cats had banded together to destroy him, and his tunafish salad. The claws dug deep, deep enough to finally spark him to action, reaching for
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5tiful white teeth that was in the advertisement? He was staring at me expectantly with those stained and chipped teeth clearly ecstatic with his view. I scanned the Bistro
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5and blowing them up until they exploded, spraying sugar all over Jar Jar Binks almost but not quite rendering him/her (it?) speechless. The audience was now
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3to wash all that down and you have finished a reasonably generous entree. Time for the main course, start that off with
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3wench she was, she thought, that was until she gave herself a way by gobbling uncontrollably like a common cage chicken. The zombie's eyes narrowed and one fell out, the gig was up
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6red and cheered on the pier, throwing their arms and for some, their children into the air, as was customary for the time. A loud crack disrupted the pleasant scene, perhaps we wer
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6screwy. At least I think that's the technical term for it. The stress was getting to me. How could I get the ship safely home at this rate?
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7t I knew deep down it was really tickling her up the right way. Unfortunately, the lunch I had was certainly not doing the same for me. Dead and decaying bird was a bad choice.