Finished Folds (41—60)
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3slow-cooking me in the summer heat. We walked another block but I couldn't go on any further. "Please," I panted, "it's so hot in the sun. Can we take a break?" She looked at me.
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1to the families of the victims. No amount of money could cover the psychologist's fees for people who'd had to scrape their cousins off the walls of the town hall.
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2but the employee said I needed to have a receipt as proof of purchase. Next, I tried abandoning them in the shopping centre, but before I escaped they put an announcement over the
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14America's legal justice system. Nobody cared about laws and regulations anymore. They didn't have time. In the town's broken, ravaged streets, it was only a game of survival.
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4been haunted for as long as I could remember, but the vengeful ghoul who inhabited it was pretty chill with me. "Steve," I said, "I'm having a moment. Can you haunt me alter?"
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6Even from the lifeboat, I could hear his stomach rumbling as he stood on the ship's deck metres away. He turned and vanished into the bowels of the ship. I wondered if I'd ever see
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1go to the store to purchase more honey, he found himself in a sticky situation. Slim got wedged in the doorway. His bloated, honey-filled stomach couldn't be squeezed through.
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6store on behalf of their dear deer. "Okay. Gun, ski masks, cash sack," the leader said. "Check, check and check!" said his accomplice. "I want it in cash!" Bambi yelled after them.
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5bundled him up into the car and began the drive to the pound. He wouldn't stop whimpering. At a set of traffic lights, I turned to look at him. He sat shivering, eyes drooping,
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5rapped on his door. He jerked awake from the couch, where he'd fallen asleep watching 'Married at First Sight'. He opened the door to find a solemn pair of police officers. "Sir,"
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4to his bedroom window and smashed it open with my axe. The glass cascaded down, fragments shimmering in the light from the streetlamp. I grabbed the window sill and hauled myself
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8he fancied a quiet life in the country. Perhaps a quaint cottage with a veggie patch and some chooks out the back. Doris was a city slicker at heart, so she told Keith to rack off.
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6his computer had gone. It was like it had vanished the moment he turned around. "Here, little computer," he cooed, "come on out! Daddy needs to write an angry e-mail!"
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1force," the pilot yelled over his shoulder. "We best buckle up," I suggested, leaning over to fasten her seat-belt for her. "Thanks..." she said begrudgingly, not meeting my eyes.
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5"And I don't need YOU to tell me how to do it!" He gestured violently with his pen. The intruder hissed and drew back, cradling his forearm. Blood welled up along a thin scratch.
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4It looked like it was going to be a long night. She'd locked the screen door, so I was trapped on the veranda. With a sigh I switched on the radio and began to string my hammock
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4phone, which was taking a sound recording. The drugs clouded Pastor Wheeler's brain, but in a moment of clarity the fog cleared. "I didn't give my consent to be recorded!" he said.
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6"And what's the problem with that?" asked the secretary. He peered in through the door frame and, sure enough, the yellow jacket was slung over the chair. "My jacket was orange!"
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2"They're coming!" shouted the Commander, "man your positions!" "Yes ma'am!" the soldiers replied. The entire fortress seemed to shake as thunder rumbled through the sky.
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7story about how his pet goldfish had tried to escape its fishbowl. Needless to say, it didn't end well. "I'm sorry to hear about Godfrey," I tell Jim, putting a hand on his arm.