Finished Folds (61—80)
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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.
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7and placed it in my jacket pocket. "No homo," he agreed, voice breathy. Our eyes locked and his thumb traced my lower lip. We kissed, and sparks flew. "Bros being bros," I said.
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2On my way to the antiques store, a horde of fire engines roared past me on the freeway. 'Ha,' I thought to myself, 'I bet some dumbass set their own house alight.' Wait a minute.
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6Leo was hunched over a wooden cane and Amber wore librarian's spectacles on a chain around her neck, though she still squinted as if she were looking into the midday sun.
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5in the corner of his eye. He swivelled wildly trying to spot the source, and was internally grateful that he was sitting on a bar stool. Ivan completed a few spins, but soon felt
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3I mean, really, eating trash is a very time-consuming job. I'm sure they've got better things to do with their time than pulverising paper and masticating metal.
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4The two glared fiercely, then exchanged a look. Wordlessly, they got to their feet - their fingertips still scratching at each other's scalps - and walked out of the room like a
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3gigantic scorpion hissed and flexed its tail. "Ten bucks on the scorpion," I muttered to the nearest Red shirt. We shook on it while Dave and the scorpion circled in the ring.
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5with the initials B.J. carved into it. He crouched down and shuffled the pieces of treasure around, searching for one particular gemstone. At last he seized the sparkliest item, a