Finished Folds (1—7)
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1him, and the Employee of the Month wall displayed his portrait for 7 months now. The line cooks hated looking at it. They were sick of his limelight. They had never poisoned a parr
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4when she heard the female voice in the background calling him to dinner. "Babe, you may be leader of the free world, but no one can hold a candle up to Lorna's casseroles." Sirens
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5embarrassment floating in the limited edition summer scent, which was supposed to be free of negative emotions. Everywhere I went, people looked at me with pity. I packed my bags
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1the idiot just giggled like a buffoon as opponent after opponent slides right through our arms, whooping. I refuse to be seen as the weakest link, so I had to take matters into my
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2small assistant of some sort to do it for me." Just then, there was a sound of clanging metal and electric sparks. It seemed to be coming from the closet. She gulped as she opened
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4"In your dreams," I growled, reaching into my pocket as I turned around. Agent Scarn had lowered his gun. "That—that was you?" he said, suddenly vulnerable. "My dream journal
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4down I'll never be able to let you stand up. Haven't you ever felt that way about somebody?" I looked away. Sofa wasn't the first girl whose cushions I wanted to drown in. Recliner