Finished Folds (261—280)
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4so much as throws a folding chair at them. I mean, folding chairs hurt, but come ON. You're a paid professional actor built like a tank, and you should be able to take it.
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3I gobbled down the gingerbread men/sriracha sauce cookies with gusto, and managed to create a spicy, crumbly mess all over my hands and face. I disgust myself but I can't stop.
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4they reached a much larger audience and prospered. Flash mobs, for instance, would never have become as popular as they did without the world-shrinking phenomenon known as the web.
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3Smoke poured out from between the cream-colored ceiling tiles. The smoke was tinted a sinister green color, and Bob had no idea what was going on. He'd been typing mindlessly away
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2"This bloody time-tracking software." Kirt violently lashed out with his foot at the computer tower sitting next to him. "It's lost all my entries again." His company had always
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5Bananas suddenly burst forth from a hole in the wall as Cindy skipped down her school's hallway, preventing her from reaching her destination: PS 105, Advanced Geometry.
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3Another day of luckless job-hunting left Morraine depressed and frustrated. She had the education and the experience, and her asking salary was very reasonable, she thought.
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6James took a bite of his freshly-unwrapped fast food cheeseburger and began to chew it, but nearly choked when a woman's face suddenly smooshed against the window in front of him.
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4Military androids marched in perfect lockstep across the concrete training ground. Their perfect forms reflected the harsh light of twin suns at their daily apex. The whistle of
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0knew exactly where he had teleported to, and followed him through his temporary thread of space time, as I, too, was a Jumper and could move about just as quickly.
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3which was still obscured by the fallen, flaming beams. Chibale, their young ward and newest member, sprinted for the obstacle but Gyasi put his arm out to stop him. "Chibby! No!"
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0"I am the Walrus," he cried, in a voice like a thundering coffin lid. It reverberated around the attic walls and hit my ears like a tokyo bullet train. Blood spurted out of my eyes
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4They opened fire immediately, and I dove behind the only available cover I could find: the dead body of a 350-pound woman who had earlier been awarded the 2nd place ribbon for
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4downed a gallon of bleach, just to be rid of the stench. After a couple of seconds of deep thought, I remembered that bleach is intolerable to humans and started to panic.
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0her full on the ear. I had always a problem with aim. She looked at me strangely and said "My dad is ded ". Then WHO WAS PHONE?!
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2of hundreds of sweaty human bodies writhing in various stages of undress, while the 24-foot tall floor speakers blared classic artists like DJ Tiesto and Paul Oakenfold.
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2problem was, the lid was now permanently affixed to the back of the bowl because of the 3 ounces of cyanoacrylate glue he had spilled earlier. His secret crush on the Dyke would
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4and without moving from in front of the counter, threw it straight upwards into the ceiling tile. Roof beams buckled and scattered debris tumbling down signaled that it was about
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3But that no longer mattered because nurse Bradley had to console the newly awakened Trish from her decade-long coma, or risk permanent psychological trauma. Then he spied the
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7reality as the thought-police descended on her for being double-plus creative. She should have known better—creativity even in small amounts is punished with summary combustion.