Finished Folds (1—11)
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6thought of Theodore Donovan, and his father, and cousin Rusty and the tangled threads of family. She was thankful she'd escaped by marrying Amos, and now that she was pregnant,
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4was lost, except perhaps the massive tourism industry. And Epcot Center. I suppose I would miss that. The mushroom cloud kept expanding. I turned and asked, "The go-cart,
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3No one loves the repo man, especially when he's volunteering. He wondered what drove him to do it, and if he could ever stop. Then, one day, the seventh name on the day's list
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1frustratingly difficult, even reduced from their sublime composition to a pattern of color coded button mashing on a plastic guitar. Dan threw it aside in disgust, and his eyes
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10like Yoko Ono. He gnashes his teeth and urinates onto the gallery floor. The unperturbed attendees look on and can be expected to clap politely after the last drop falls. You
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4" I began, but he ignored me. Then, "Abe?". His glittering eyes turned toward me and the sun traveled over his copper cheeks. "Welcome to Mars." his voice rumbled. He handed
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3and only found images of Colin Firth. Searching for "gentleman" didn't help. She was expecting so much. I panicked, and then, inspired, I searched for "Magnificent Bastard" and
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2and getting trashed on scotch from the Senator's own collection was a boon. I headed into the party. As I passed the kitchen, the door swung open for a fleeting second, and I saw
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3She was cornered in her hiding place, and she could see the swing of their headlamps as they methodically hunted her down. Desperate now, she reached into her pocket and
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6Finally, Samira got bored of staring at the flames. She began to dance. I could see her silhouette against the moonlight on the waves. I wanted to stand up and join her, but
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8flew, cawing and shrieking around her head, a tornado of black. She only paused now and again to gently pat the pocket, to be sure, safe within the folds remained the