Finished Folds (1—7)

• 1
  I awoke in a daze some time later, my bedsheets stained with sweat. Was it a dream?

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  2014-09-21 12:35:54

• 4
  me down with pure contempt as I narrowly passed by him. I needed to get my head straight.

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  2014-09-21 12:31:12

• 3
  decides to go back to the ghetto where I was born

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  2014-09-21 12:26:58

• 3
  strode confidently up to the rugged thug encroaching on his territory and

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  2014-09-21 12:25:45

• 3
  our young hero sheepishly leaves the room through a back door, leaving behind a freshly feathered chicken, and any hopes of a future career in education.

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  2014-09-21 02:23:09

• 3
  , pulling up a chair to the solid oak table, and asked their opinions on the day's events,

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  2014-09-21 01:54:32

• 3
  and Mr. Omerta looked up from the spreadsheets laying on the counter before them.

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  2014-09-21 01:44:02