Finished Folds (81—100)
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2into the chute like so much dirty laundry, revealing more than necessary. For a stark moment, he wondered if this was what it really was all about: motion after churning motion.
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3But I felt a little nervous. How could I live up to such expectations? I mean, the eyeballs stuck on, but what if the lips fell off? What would he think of me then?
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4They sprung free, like twin stars rotating in the night sky. It was only after I heard the thwak that i realized a stalwart lumberjack loomed ahead of me. Well, except now he was
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2sear the edge, trap all of that electric, metallic heat in my veins, right under my skin. It was easily accessed there, you know. All I had to do was run the edge of a blade along
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1I drew a soaped up sponge over the sleek hood of my car, leaving a swoosh of bubbles, but my eyes never left the slice of backyard life I could see through the fence. Smoke from
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1"The problem with collaboration," she smiled over her glasses, "is that a G-rated thought can easily be spiked with an x-rated intent. How do we capitalize on such unintended
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5times, just to let me know that she knew i knew she knew i was watching. I gulped. My collar tightened around my neck and the oxygen slithered out of the room. "Marry me," she said
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5right and wrong: only he should benefit from the fruits of his labor; only he should determine which charities to donate to. Anything else was slavery. Besides, the tooth fairy
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1the neighbor's house. The moose grappled for purchase on the slick pavement, yet another sign that city folks need to stop paving or stay where they came from. On second thought,
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4burst out like escaping ducks. It would have been alright, but when I slammed the door, the resulting spark ignited the gaseous cloud. Yep, Hell would never be the same again.
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5during the blizzard of '97 was unexpected, unwarranted, unending. Entire lines of Jones' froze, like tuxedo Popsicles. By the time the last Jones had perished, another had birthed
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5The doorbell rang. She rocketed up from seven layers of sleep, confused; No one had this address. "Ma'am, we're digging a ditch across your driveway. If you want out, you'll need
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1He slipped into the room, invisible yet again. No one knew him. No one saw him. No one cared. He smiled briefly, allowing himself the modicum of joy. His anonymity served him well.
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1"The choice is yours: cherry pie or dark chocolate piroulines." Her aristocratic voice swirled around his head, mocking him. This was no choice. He was sure of it. It was a test.
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3it skewered a mask-wearing evil dude. He froze, unbelieving, his stomach threatening to hurl, his knees knocking. A blood-thirsty cheer thundered around him. "You got skillz," said
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3Her brain was frozen, but her fingers were mechanically clicking away. The camera buzzed with life, capturing every nuance, each flutter, even the hue of gray and gray.
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3chains that sparked in the night air. Overblown, like a Versace belt, he thought, with a touch of laughable, like Cousin Ed's trailer art. Nope, it's gotta end here. Vespa-style.
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3egg Dyna decides to drop. You never know if it'll be the a golden one or not, & the last thing you want is her to sit on it. Then you end up with hot, runny egg all over your face.
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5combed it in elegant sweeps of joy-infused lust. The blood-letting would be swift, and those gingers would feel nothing. I, on the other hand, felt confused. Was this the end?
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5it bobbed there, Arial font and size nine, for all to see. I leaped upward, grabbing at it, but it jerked away, teasing me, mocking my right to thought. Foiled, I glared at