Finished Folds (101—108)
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4a deep whiff of citified air. He choked. Would he have the guts to do it? He eased out onto the ledge, refusing to look down, and screwed up his mouth. The mating call only worked
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3He had never forgiven her. She would never forget that look of stark terror followed immediately by hurt and betrayal. Nothing was left. Not even a single strand of pit hair.
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5activating the saliva glands. Everyone knew that a little extra saliva would do the trick. He remembered how mom would lick her thumb before rubbing out a smudge of jelly on his
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5"There must be some sort of life form here," he muttered, using a putty knife to scrape off a gelatinous mound. He eased it into the baggy. Maybe enough heat would reactivate DNA.
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3decipher the 4th dimension clue? It really was a rotten trick her sister had played on her, banishing her to the world of 2D where she was subject of adulation and recipient of
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5a broken pair of chopsticks to settle the dispute. Long one the winner. Broken one the loser. "Caveat," she whispered. "Loser is gracious." He considered. Nodded. Reached for the
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3The open road beckoned, as it always did this time of year. Long silver ribbons of open highway curved like the small of her back, beckoning a soft touch, a lingering glance.
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4Others always needed a sheet of paper. And not just any kind. They needed the lined kind. The college-ruled kind. The kind that would allow them to fit 40 lines of cramped writing.