Finished Folds (121—125)
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1in silence. "I'll cut the roof of his mouth up real good-like for ya". And so, the good Admiral Crunch set out to work that October, stuffing hundreds of apples with razor blades
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1they could no longer contain their laughter. The hot gasses that had been accumulating in their guts for years suddenly burst forth, ripping a hole in their stomach the size of a
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5"Oh, okay", young Marcus thought to himself, not quite absorbing the severity of the situation. Everything had been a blur since that night on 29th street when he first injected
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1, one of the guards implored. "No, certainly not", the other replied as he deployed his convenient boring potato chip bag over his superior snack so that he would not have to share
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1finally arrived at the aforementioned pizza eatery, they were saddened to learn that they had dawdled at the fauxhemian poetry jam too long and their dinner reservations had been