Finished Folds (61—73)
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6The Board is not convinced that the effort for this annual event has sufficient academic impact. Finances not being what we might hope for, the candy budget needs to be cut - why
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5He had yet to experience the disorientation of a blackout, but his comeuppance would be the year's highlight for those whose toes he'd ground into dust. Chuckling to himself, his
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1have tipped off his companion, but the grinding subway shrieks had said companion's attention, and it wasn't until the third week that Virgil was awakened by the smell of rotten
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3nce. It is a daring piece, rarely attempted but in this case well worth the lack of effort. Unsuspecting fans will suddenly find themselves checking their devices for dead batt
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1The judge stifled a yawn; the bailiff turned me in a complete circle and had me lift first one foot, then the other, then the last foot, as if to demonstrate the truth of my plea.
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2Hermux had been on the run for the last four months, after being caught with Dawg's cheese, but had recently sent word of his availability. I had opened the empty-looking envelope
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3"There must be some mistake," I replied. "'Eggbeaters'? Wait a minute! You mean 'leg feeders'!" I handed him the appliance, slid in 3 grasshoppers pushed the button - voila! Legs!
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5over Bob's head, "I'll have the turkey on whole wheat, no mayo, extra tomato - and 3 glasses of water, please." Bob twitched, but did not look up until the menus were collected.
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6the air was dull, drowsy, without the playful invigorating breezes they had anticipated. "Well!" Josie clucked, if this is the best we can hope for today, I'm going back inside."
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9painful, to say the least, especially to those of us committed to working the genre in areas devoid of humor. Why I had insisted that tonight's performance be completely silent?
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3wed them as far as the first turn-off, but turned back before reaching the fiftieth gummy bear. I had begun noticing that each color was turned a particular way - all the greens
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7ident that this time, the tunes he had created in his head, and harbored for years, would remain true to pitch, and not head south. Maybe this time there would even be an audience
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4"Truly?" a voice whispered. "Then you will have no problem following me into the next room." Antonio silently berated his instinctive bravado, and carefully stepped backward.