Finished Folds (1—20)
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6Emperor sat to dine they could serve him sonething truly unique, the perfect meal. Nothing more was needed, no changes could ever be made.
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2ever you wanted." The climate was, Ambika was forced to admit, much more forgiving here than she was used to. The office life of Sparky Pickles could be one she got used to!
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2of such poor form? It felt unlikely.
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2that voice you keep putting on." "It's a Jon Heder impersonation," I replied, hoping he would get it. Joseph was usually good with these things. "I hate it, stop," He begged, but
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3made plans to leave town. The Easter Bunny had become half-real, a shared dream. Like all myths, no-one had believed me, but everyone had gone along with the game. It was time to
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8which means returning everyone to their bodies for a brief period - it's only a matter of hours, but some of the residents get very pushy. Mind Hotel staff have strict rules about
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3and now, Trolls were a rare sight for the city nightlife. Bouncers were wary letting them in, barkeeps made sure the drinks were paid in advance. No one biker wanted to be first
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4rattled in her hand, gripped taught. Putting all her effort into reading, finally, she made out two words printed in bold: THE END
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4winning, at hockey or poker, was all John had. He made it his entire life, decked his house in trophies and accolades. He drove away every friend he ever had, made only rivals.
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5on the deep web, to various creeps and artsy types. You have to keep a monkey clean to keep it happy, and you have to keep it happy or else it won't work. That's why it's so vital
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2A long winter's night of crime-fighting lay ahead of the duo. Every star in the sky glimmered, each one a tear waiting to be shed when morning came.
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3the rotor blades. Humahuma's heart pounded as the flames took to the rag, hoping they would spread and catch a fuel line, praying that the sky gods would not burn him also.
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3Decades of pollution had poisoned the river beyond safe levels, not harming the fish but turning their flesh toxic. Vomiting set in first, then fever, and then only darkness.
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6Each a classic, told time and again. The names would change but the Comedy would always go well, the Tragedy would end in death. Mysteries were her favourite to tell, after dinner,
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4his belt and tucked in his shirt. The night had been long and it was time to get paid. The fairy wrote out the invoice while he dressed, and handed it over in an envelope.
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4some leaves I hadn't seen before. The incinerator he used was compact, purpose built, and the final effect was exquisite. Colours of every shade blotted the canvas, blending smooth
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5parted and revealed the full grandeur of the Sea-monkey realm. It was bedecked with coral, but also riches surely plundered from the surface. I felt torn - could this place really
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4The smallest peanut screamed, her voice shrill but wordless. Her friends looked to comfort her but missed her point, and by the time she regained speech the train was rolling away.
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9me that the menus of the galaxy would never be price-matched. The futility of the task had a bitter taste, like a quality lemonade. The tyranny of dairy would have to end. I swore
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6Drinks were drunk, hands were shaken, but the deal could not be sealed. The outlaw and the sherriff kept their eyes locked as they went their separate ways.