Finished Folds (101—120)
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3jack about literature," Marv sighed. He looked at the heavy tome in front of him and steeled his resolve. "Right. Okay. I'm in. What is it that you want me to do?" His companion
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8and gently wrapped them around my throat. "Uh, Amanda," I said, "it's my collarbone that's broken, not my neck." She smiled sweetly and pulled the bandages tight. "I know, sweets."
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3Evidently, he'd never made it to the distant mountains. He was right here in the dining room, served up as a meal. I shuddered and pushed the plate away. Vern had been a gross old
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2computer chip dictating their every desire? One man decided to find out. He enlisted his GP for assistance and had an illicit operation performed to remove the chip. When he woke,
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3ask around. "Have you seen Rex?" he asked. "He's 15, lanky, really loves cats." This was often met with confusion, to which he would clarify that Rex is, indeed, his human brother.
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5sharing his native homeland's traditional culture was booted out alongside him. "But I live to dance," Hampton squeaked sadly. "One day, they'll understand what they're missing."
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4boom echoed through the room. The waffle had collided with the fire extinguisher, which toppled over into the microwave. The following explosion was relatively small, but in the
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7fired finger guns at it. "Pew, pew," I said despondently. My impending death was really sucking the fun out of the whole situation.
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4unable to voice my accusations. Buddha stepped out from my mouth and inclined his head graciously. "My child," he said, taking my hands in his, "you must escape this plane."
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8was only one last thing I could think of to try. I strapped my teddy bear into the passenger seat and drove to the hospital. "Help, teddy's suicidal," I told the triage nurse.
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3of musical chairs any longer. Seriously, how old do you think I am, Dad? I'm SEVEN! I'm way beyond musical chairs. Everyone knows that musical chairs is out and octopus tag is in.
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9from that unsolved murder case." He scratched his chin thoughtfully and scribbled on his notepad. I peered over his shoulder and read. 'do anover murder ???', he had written.
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4shins repeatedly. There's nothing quite like a solid kick to the tibialis anterior for causing immediate pain and bruising.
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6blowing up my phone at 3 in the morning. I decided to answer it, seeing as I was awake anyway. "Hey, Todd," I mumbled into the receiver. "James, my love," he crooned. "How are ya?"
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13in horror, their rotting lips curled upwards in disgust. The fetid stench emanating from my armpits repelled all of the rancid, decaying zombies until I was standing alone in the
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2tried whispering, but it never gave him the same satisfaction as a good, under-your-breath mutter. Daniel had had enough. He released his pent-up energy through screaming instead.
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5"You bastard!" Kane bellowed. His eyes widened with fear, expanding like the captor had never seen before, then burst in a shower of blood and eye goo. Not everyone was suited to
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3It was rather underwhelming, and it took me mere seconds to finish reviewing my life's work. It was little more than a paper trail of court summons and my son, Luigi Alfonsi.
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6fridge. I opened the door and discovered what he'd been buying at the supermarket. The shelves were filled with litres of chocolate milk, a tub of expired yogurt and a dead mouse.
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3my left hand and an atlas in my right. I stopped outside his mother's house and banged on the door. "The Earth is rectangle! Tell your children!" I shouted. She closed the curtain.