Finished Folds (1—20)
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3Imagine my surprise when the jaguar tattooed on my bicep looked up at me and roared. Hacking bits of phlegm onto the sawdust floor, Earl turned off his tattoo machine and peered
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4the prosthetic leg, the one crafted by her Uncle Robert, was slowing her down. With a frustrated shriek, Sam ripped it off and whirled into the twister, hoping that her
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3a delicately floating head. One that resembled Luke's hated third grade teacher, Ms. Warrick, with her ruddy cheeks and all-too-precious ringlets. But this ghostly visage was spe
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22. You've already folded the back of every Mad magazine. A-hee." Letterman paused with a gap-toothed smile. "Number 3 in the Top 10 reasons to fold stories is
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3Vanna's decades of letter-turning had rendered her once immaculate scratches and beat drops but a shadow of their old potential, and Sajak was forced to launch into beatboxing the
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5But the manager misread the bugs' agitation as panic--a mistake that would cost nearly everything. With an unearthly buzzing, the insects began to assemble into a writhing giant
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4The white-whiskered sage's acute displeasure at the sight of adventurers' arguments could perhaps be traced back to his own wizarding parents frequent spats during road trips, the
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10How could I have forgotten that hotel room full of smoke? Lana'd gotten a bag of loose cigarettes and over the two weeks, the room took on hazy strata. I'd count the layers and
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13had never met his match at Chinese Checkers. There at the last, he'd sit outside Elmer's Bait Shop, his prosthetics removed and placed on the table with the board, waiting for any
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3that folks were showing up to the main drag, entering the general store or the barber in shirts covered in scrawled gossip. Ol' Jack awoke one morning with RUSTLER tattooed on his
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2haltingly, breathing like a faulty intake valve around every syllable. "Look, I see the future," I responded. "We can't keep track of our beef in books forever. The cloud will
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2And though old man Nobuo was no physicist, he explained to the horrified onlookers that while the tsunami could be nuked into submission, the old gods of the deep would suffer no
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3and a pounding in my temples echoing Soft Cell's "Tainted Love." If I was to go down, my knowledge of the whereabouts of the vampire nest would mean the end of the terror in Ohio.
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3probably the best answer, the entirety of my field of vision glitched slightly, as though someone hit the degaussing button on an old monitor. Text floated in the air in front of
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2out-Pollock Pollock. The hangers-on and gallery owners would be after him now. Jets to Paris, interviews with The New Yorker. All because of these oils and the cat! But when he
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7as my future children dueled with icepicks along the edge of the floe. Though I kept calling to them, they paid me no heed. I'd never had such a startling dream vision, and in
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5back in the old country. Except this was not the Eastern Europe she'd remembered from her youth. Strange angles and shadows grew in unnatural shapes. Was her dad's math sound?
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2But, then I was sitting on the golden chair, the arc of the time dial spinning slowly behind me, and we were somewhere in the middle of Montana, by my calculations. Did '63 mean
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3set about its fiendish didactics. "A dog, you say," Cerberus now growling out of the other two heads. "Such a generality is fallacious at most, facetious at best. How can you be
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7move to a sanitarium situated squarely among the Black Hills. Doc Cordwainer's Crepuscular Health Creek was sometimes strange in its methods, but the fresh air and hot baths did