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...Maybe? Another look at the scattered archives might’ve sparked a few thoughts — perhaps ‘Janitor Fists Boss Until Prolapse’ had some sort of artistic or intellectual merit -
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“You know. my father died of a heart attack,” he murmured, and I looked at him, confused. “I thought it was 9/11?” “He died of a heart attack on 9/11.” he clarified, tearful
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shocked by the frankness in which they were told about the sea turtle’s appetite. They stood together, hushed in a circle, until Fr. Emmerich stepped forward, and disrobed himself
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Dr. Burgundy? At this point, he wasn’t sure if he cared anymore. As Det. Manatee saw Ms. Scarlet leave, he turned away in pity. Let her find out why nobody writes of the Colonel.
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In fact, he loathes them, all with a grin on his face. He bares his teeth at the audience as he flips a conveniently placed lever, and from the ceiling there falls thousands of
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then you have nobody to blame but yourself and the three margaritas in your system. Was your rendezvous with the dreamy cabana boy truly worth the life of your son? You think
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She wanted so badly to be like the others (and their mothers), and yet no matter how hard she tried she could not have a child of her own. She could only watch her sister’s birth.
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simply told everyone to fuck off and walk, if they wanted to complain about the longheld tradition of trains forever remaining off-schedule.
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then life betrayed Gunzo once more. No matter how long he stayed in that chair, he could not die. His flesh burned away, and his heart kept beating. Was this Clown Hell? He was
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He obsessed over it, and before long he had bought more chocolate than his wallet could take. With ‘Death by Chocolate’, he earnestly believed they could earn it all back. Right?
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and it was a perilous state to be in, yet she found herself laughing, throwing her arms in the air. Fern stared at Julia, knowing what little care she had was lost to the winds.
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so-called “cigar”, and took a deep drag. He perched on the lump with indignation; he could not understand the meaning of any of this, and he hated everything for it, even the rug &
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and the pus seeping out of bright red sores, and you’ve got another reason to not only be seen as but truly feel disgusting, even more worthless than a crack in the sidewalk.
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wiped his mouth with a napkin. He placed his hands back down on the table and looked down at the meal, seething, until his eyes trailed from the flesh on his plate to his own.