Finished Folds (41—60)
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6the rodents! Smoke them out, chop off their ears and their tails, smash their ...". The crowd went silent when the shadow rose. The mouse prinsess had tamed herself an elephant...
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4milk reserve. Almost empty. He took out the scroll he had prepared in case of defeat. "May their whiskers burn!", he mumbled, and he went down proudly, Rome never in sight.
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5It was the first time they were completely comfortable, being naked together. The open curtains let both sunshine and summer breeze in. He imagined how
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1Zach Efron? Ebay exploded. Some petroleum-billionaire-Arabs-daughter offered me her virginity for it. Utterly crazy. I decided to keep said toenail and to focus on
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3But over the years, I learned how to accept a favor.
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4d. She used to work in the biggest meat-processing plant on Oddworld. Well, she was really a slave. Untill she found out they were going to turn her into lunch. "Get me outta here!
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11last sneeze before entering the convertible, Freddie Mercury's last... well, you get the picture. Dr. Moodle's Past Grabber was a fascinating contraption. Some historical events
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1gooey, just like my romances.
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5ched, giggling like a demented pastor. It was strange sight: the old judge in his underwear, scrutinizing Bill Cosby for a long pause. "What can I do for you, Judge Ken?", Cosby
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3"Duude...duude.." it echoed. I felt the warm breath in my neck. "You look like some kind of freak, man, staring at yourself in the mirror like that!" I blinked a couple of times
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2the walkthrough suggested. I stretched, I drank a sip of water and tried to get out of the couch, forgetting I was still wearing the VR-helmet. Shit... I already missed the world I
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2In a plastic bag, in a tin can, in a wooden chest, in the closet, in the spare room of our house in the woods. No way this fart will ever escape. Why
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5He tried not to lose his footing when going down the stairs. Somehow, the ground didn't feel as solid anymore. Mr. Quinn followed the specks of starlight coming through the windows
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1It made a move that looked like turning around and fleeing, only to swing it's tail with breathtaking speed. I dropped to the stone floor, pushing up the flaming sword to the Drago
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0I folded the corner of the page describing how to make "human liver satay with roasted eyballs" and put the noetbook in my suitcase. Borneo, here I come!
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4They are was thick with ash and the binoculars were hard to adjust. The sulphuric smell, steaming out of the lava-lake burned their longs. Their fingers
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3Even if they weren't ripe yet, Mrs. Greenthumb was a good enough cook to make decent lemonjam. Her minions gathered in the secret greenhouse. From within, they had a view
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3She rumbled in her purse and pulled some old handkerchief. Use this, you little animal. What a weird smile that was. As if
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2And even if the night was darkest, the ritual filled them with warmth and pleasure. They would never be alone again.
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4What the..? How the hell did they get that picture of me? How... Why.. THAT picture? Really? They need a portrait for their fascist propaganda and they choose the picture my sister