Finished Folds (1—5)
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1I wanted that poor girl to loathe me enough to give me her only payback of spelling my name incorrectly on my coffee cup. I sang-songed "Can I have a fraaaap?!"
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1It didn't run on quarters or tokens. It couldn't be slapped or kicked before sputtering to life. The abusive curses it would forever endure because it needed one thing to operate.
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2Lars. Just "Lars". What an idiot. Who does he think he is? Damn elitist. The picture couldn't be considered for the den wall or the entryway, but needed a tucked away spot, perhaps
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1home tripping over the shoelaces that would undoubtedly be tied in jest later in the eve when one passed out before the others. They will then start piling things on said person& I
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0and his blood flooded from limbs to heart; it thumped like the lowered Toyota's bass stereo that always seems to sit next to YOU at the stoplights. He strained to remember the word