Finished Folds (41—46)

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  when the skies are dark, and ants scarce, perhaps you too may find solace in the pages of Aardvarkian philosophy, peace and tranquility in a terse termite-less world.

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  2011-05-22 18:37:47

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  That night, though, as I stared into the murky depths of the 35th urinal, a new thought struck me with the force of a brick-filled handbag to the jaw. I didn't have to listen to

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  2011-05-22 18:31:25

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  shrouded the talent he had once so cavalierly flourished; but here, as the light of the setting sun played across his emerald scales, he dipped his K'rax quill into the inkpot, and

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  2011-05-22 18:24:11

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  From then on, I never had a moment's peace. I had only to walk down a corridor and cries of "Look, the big-butted girl!" would ring out, bell-like, for all the world to hear. When

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  2011-05-22 18:20:15

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  of purest dread within any who looked upon it, but without that underglazing, it would never reach its true potential. The lights flickered again, and he knew he didn't have long

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  2011-05-22 18:16:48

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  their dying moans added to the cacophony of sound filling the crisp Autumn air. There was one hunter, however, who did not join so wholeheartedly into the slaughter. He stood

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  2011-05-22 18:11:29