Finished Folds (1—15)
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1They didn't reply, which made him nervous. He turned off his tiny camping lantern and let his eyes adjust to the glow of starlight outside the ice bricks which cast shadows of the
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4even the thought of meeting Jeremy later for their sushi date made her lungs begin to heave with dry sobbing and her stomach begin to lurch. Shamu was so important to her years ago
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2few rounds into her gut and stole the Proactiv from her cooling grip. If he stole it, then no one could think he was a wuss. The murdering also added points to his masculinity...
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4aim the sharp flame at my ankle and cut through my own flesh before I passed out. Thank god I snorted all of that cocaine - I don't think I could have survived without it.
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4pounded her fist into the ground, unable to get them to see how illogical their argument was. Hot tears streamed down her face as she tried to breathe through the frustration.
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1your brains will soon be laying rotten all over this floor." The silent big man just raised his eyebrows and scratched at his five o'clock shadow forming on his cleft chin.
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5there was a sweetness in her light sweat that coated the cubes and tingled ever so lightly on his tongue and that is why he loved tofu. Her eyes stopped to gaze awhile upon his
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11His head went smack and his jaw went slack when he fell from the great whack. There was no going back. The world went black and as the train appeared he had a panic attack.
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4it would be easy for them to find the money and probably kill me too (that is, if they felt really ambitious). I had to think quick. What if I changed my name, gained 30 lbs and
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0tripped over his untied shoelace and the manuscript went flying in a thousand directions. Most pages flew through the banister and fluttered down the several flights into the
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8Just joking, jesting, jumping for joy about our journey. Kidding aside, Kelly kept keeled over. Later I learned
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0"Oh, wait," I thought as the needle was inside my flesh and the contents almost all in my veins. Breathing was difficult, vision blurry, eyelids heavy. "What did I just do?" Death.
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2Mark Zuckerburg with a scowl on his face. "Why the hell are you trying to publish your words on this trite site? Why not use mine instead - it's the only way to get ahead!"
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4MY NAME IS LARRY! AND I HAVE A WHEAT-GLUTEN ALLERGY! Please stop offering me crackers. I swear, if you offer me a cracker ONE MORE TIME I will
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2she occupied his mind for so long was beyond him. He could just barely taste the sweetness of her lips on his, but perhaps that was too much. The ache that grew inside of him with