Finished Folds (81—85)
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5the giant bear that had eaten her beloved Chris. She looked around for the closest thing she could find, a
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6jumped in the closet and grabbed my gun. They busted in the door and before long they found my
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4what her favorite color was. I'll bet it was pink or purple or something typical. I liked that about her, she was
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2It was 2 AM and all that was open was a Fatburger, so I pulled in. Odd, no helicopters around, must be
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8Sipping tequila was her way of telling me that the night had only just begun. Walking over to her I spotted