Finished Folds (261—264)
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3In her teeth waving it menacingly in front of her. Blood dripped down her chin due to how tightly she was biting the fork. She could feel her teeth cracking from the shear force.
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4And that someone is me. I'm sorry Charles but I can longer take part in this charade. Do tell the kids I love them and don't forget I hard-boiled some eggs for Tabitha. They're in
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5dark dank forest will haunt me til my dying day. Those poor people their skin getting ripped off their bodies. There bones grinding into dust. I could no longer bear the thought so
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3The cat was as clean as a countertop in an germaphobe's kitchen. Det. Manatee patted each of his sea monkey's on the head then attended the funeral of Black Francis who had died.