Finished Folds (41—60)
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6consider going pro, insisting instead on random posh potlucks with the newest Food Channel groupies. It was about my limit, sitting there each evening listening to their gustatory
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4inside the opening staircase, but neglected to consider Thing's stealthy habits. Next morning, the agent was horrified to see Herman, propped on a kitchen chair, holding the jar
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1"Ha, Starbucks, let's see you top that!" Calmly, Starbucks eased over to the shattered cup, and its pitiful remnant of delicious tea. "I could, but it'd be a waste," Starbucks de
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6lose track of such significant events. Thus I (and each child) firmly believed myself innocent, while secretly jealous of the successful sneakiness of the other cake-eaters.
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8betrayed any indication that it had passed that way. Surfacing, WK opened the jelly jar at long last, releasing the gellie genie. After a deep breath of the refreshing sea air,
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4we were talking about the butterfly effect. Which reminds me, don't forget that cousin E. Fect was expecting to dis-cover the over-covered undercover agents of the con-de-struct
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3Saturday after next, assuming that the chimps in stowage didn't get any clever ideas involving standing on each others' shoulders while wearing the gorilla costumes. They couldn't
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4of sneaker-odor-malaise, and warned the country that the approaching spring-like temperatures would likely lead to many such outbreaks, unless certain steps - such as the foxtrot,
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4the pillar had cleared a gap in the otherwise solid wall. People were screaming and struggling over the seats to reach the gap, squeezing through to reach the lobby, when suddenly
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6Eventually, she knew, they would end up eating her alive, unless she managed to find something more intriguing in those few short minutes before the lunch bell. Saying a quick pra
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4Hardly had this thought drifted drowsily into my head when there were the most awful scraping and chomping sounds - sloppy slurping and gustatory gobbling - was that a worm near my
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4such as I had just dreamt about. Tiptoeing into the first unreality, I breathed a sigh of relief - paddles provided!! This was *so* much better than the streams of consciousness
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3the finer points of exhaustion, but ill-informed on technical aspects of engines, having spent most of his life 'til then shuttling between water-wheel and virtual centuries. Irr
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0or corrupted by the drying rays of the sun. Worms might come to our aid; alas,no luck. Thirstily, we waited 'til early evening of the last day of the harvest, then began the labor.
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4juiciest fruit, all each had to do was convince 2 more fifths to convert. However - 3 of the fifths became too self-consciously inebriated to continue. The others bickered & fell
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1Once upon a time... whoops, wrong story!! Gary turned around slowly, trying to hide his disbelief. There was just no way that this could be happening - not here in Lansing, not
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2Snatching Daisy and Hoot out of harm's way, he stepped on Smokey's snout to keep the dragon from causing any more harm, then gently bundled Spot in a damp blanket and headed toward
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5and wholly fictional, much to his dismay upon awakening. But who was that woman? She reminded him of someone... he stretched groggily, and gasped as Umbridge's face leered at him
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4That was more than sufficient, however, for my current position, scraping the undersides of ice floes to harvest the wee crustaceans there. My lack of current affairs savvy, howev
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7"Starbucks!" he shouted. "You promised me Starbucks!" Unfortunately for all of us, there was only an old coffee can with stale grounds, left from the previous time traveler. On