Finished Folds (21—25)

• 5
  blasted huddles were going to be the death of me, if I didn't find out what the hell they were before long. "Look, mate, I said we'd get pancakes, and we'll get pancakes, okay? But

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• 4
  wondered whether she should apologise about that, but before she had chance, the door opened, somewhat dramatically. "David," the looming figure bellowed, "where is my lunch?"

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• 1
  a good few hundred lower than the asking price. Would they take that into account? Did they care about the average rate, or what the salesman could hawk it for? I had no idea.

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  nth degree, there was literally no limit to their cleaning power. And especially if they'd belonged to Johnny Cash for a long time. Psychic residue, you see? Not many people know

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• 3
  But they had a job to do. If that meant chewing up as many old tin cans, soggy newspapers, and discarded potato peelings, than so be it. After all, God knows they needed the money,

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