Finished Folds (321—340)
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4The receptionist there jabbered at me in Mandarin. She spoke no English, and I had 0 Chinese. I pointed to the stump where my arm was and said, "arm, arm!" If Organs-R-Us wouldn't
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7sniffing will be the only viable form of entertainment for the young people, and everyone knows the nasty things that paint fumes do to your brain.
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4I grinned widely and strolled from the doctor's office. The receptionist called out to me, but I didn't stop. I had very important business to attend to, things they wouldn't get.
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4their life's purpose / But their minds were just a blank surface / The cows, they mooed, so melancholy / They did not realise they were holy / In religions such as Hinduism /
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2exit this uncomfortable conversation. He glanced around the room and spotted the window. "Bye!" he exclaimed, and ran towards the window. He leapt through it, shattering the glass.
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7I wailed. Big, fat tears rolled down my cheeks, splashing onto the foam play-mat beneath me. My pacifier slipped from my mouth and bounced away, which made me wail harder.
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5His night had started at the local pub with a pint of beer. Then Heath had met up with some friends, had dinner together, then gone to watch the game. What happened after? He did
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8im, he thought as he spread the grout across the newly tiled floor. He'd gone for a classic black matte tile, interspersed with pops of turquoise to create a focal point. Stunning.
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5and glared at her with its flat silver eye. Mrs. Max placed a peg over her nostrils, tossed the fish into the pan and began frying up dinner. The family complimented her cooking.
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2the stalk splattered as if it'd been liquefied. Deep maroon plant matter dripped down her face and torso. The broad green leaf was limp, pathetically flopped on the kitchen bench.
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6He took the box down from a shelf and shook the cereal into his favourite breakfast bowl. Then he splashed a generous amount of milk and savoured the sound of cereal absorbing it.
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5Bob slumped onto his office desk. He was at a complete loss for the first time in his career. His mind whirled with images of ripe, juicy tomatoes, dripping with flavour.
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4subscribed immediately and were treated to weekly video updates on his cute kitty antics.
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2"Useless," I growled, throwing a wild punch at the screen. The thin glass shattered around my knuckles, sending shards through the air. Lurid, red blood dripped from my knuckles.
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2His father went by the name of Mr. Bull when practising law so he had an excuse to wear his horns in public. The Devil didn't mind so long as Mr. Bull did his job as prosecutor.
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5like a soprano singer's vocal warm-ups. I took out my favourite mug and carefully measured out two teaspoons of tea leaves. The spicy aroma filled my nostrils as the kettle came to
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3I glanced around nervously. If I didn't have a heart to deep-fry, that'd be the end for me. I eyed my fellow cooking students, deciding who looked the weakest. If you can't handle
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2relishing the fulfilment of their most carnal desires. Deep down, everyone craves violence - some primal instinct demanding gnashing, ripping teeth and hot flesh down the gullet.
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524 Chicken McNuggets, please!" Alas, my wish was not granted: no matter how hard I begged, the players wouldn't allow me to join in their game. They said it was because it was only
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4the floorboards, pulsating strangely. I ignored it and reviewed my to-do list for the day. Buy more toothpaste - I'd have to do that before dinner, else I'd have nothing to eat.