Finished Folds (21—40)
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2Frog exclaimed and the chased... "You know that one time when I surfed I took a dive on purpose 'cause someone told me then I ate dinner at the mall - you know the one - and it wa
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6but rather only understood Yiddish, a language most homegrown American folk never took the time to learn. Kenneth would go through life misunderstood and seemingly Jewish. Oy.
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3His friend nodded. "Yeah, it's like we're a couple of loose bolts. Someone came along, screwed with us, and now we ain't tight no mo'." They nodded then shook hands. "Never again
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1it became widely known his 'elves' were actually 5 - 10 year old children and his 'wife' was... let's face it. A whore. He was burning out quick with no horizon in sight. El Santa
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6I guess he would. I raised my fist and brought it down at a slant so that my outward knuckle would catch his eye. Quick as a Styx snake he turned and gashed my hand open with fangs
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5roach before I knew it which gradually faded into a bong as the night slid on into the next day. I never noticed her come in or sidle up next to me. Erica always brought the best
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2Allison was a girl of smarts; not by design but by desire. Even though she was a daughter to a family that cared not for the literary world, she constantly sought more challenging
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6coveted the relationship between humans and currency like monks coveted their relationship with their Lord. Frank robbed to get closer to his savior and his life was 'richer' for
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5he actually was answered by a bright and peppy voice. "Thanks for calling your local Mary Kay rep." He stared blankly into the corner of the booth. He cried, silently and long.
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5but I would have rather had was a chalice and flatware. Anything that let us see how they ate. Being a chef of high caliber, I wanted to make the medieval meal as accurate as
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1confide in me. If he finally trusted me enough, the way past the rainbow bridge would be open. I needed to talk to Oden and, dammit! I needed that quadruped! My hand was blistered
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1Quik Stop and stopped outside as I saw a trio of kids skate past the truck. I tensed as i wondered if they could smell my payload but then laughed at myself. It's been too short of
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9life, my pattern. I gave my soul for the moment and lamented on the emptiness inside until the vacuum sucked the wound shut. I tapped the tablet off and stood, turning on my heel
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1smirked, a gesture of flipping his beak out from under his skin. Images of me choking on my own pride and drowning in this gene pool assaulted me. I swam away in disgust into a
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7the dull throb and rumble of the passing tracks until I finally slept out of boredom and to escape the pang of hunger. I dreamed of the past. It was murky, like feeling through
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5a soul made of digital scum and froth. The intangible mesh that made up my mind flew from my fingers and outstretched consciousness into the teeming throngs around me. You looked
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3like a lazy farmer of peppers... or Rosie O'Donnell. I shuddered. Okay, not her. I've heard tells of a lingering red herring flavor. I thought is was a joke, but uh... I guess
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2swing to it that allowed for others to gossip about it without feeling too much guilt. But then again Mr. Puck didn't ever feel guilt. He told me so himself. Then he flipped an
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2frosting. The candles I had set on top were sparkling brightly and I grinned. The vaseline on my teeth allowed for a flawless smile but only the pancakes would see my beauty tips
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2Deep in Johnson's mind, he whispered to himself 'He IS SO HOT!!!' Outwardly he yelled, "SIR, NO SIR!" He fists tightened, drawing his fingers closer into his palms. He should