Finished Folds (1—15)
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6the slice of lemon on my iced tea glass clear off with his pistol. "Woah!" I exclaimed. "You must have been a cowboy in a past life." He looked at me curiosuly, but
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4over and around the conveyer belts, getting shoeprints all over the dried beef. I spotted a vat of water a few feet away, and was about to jump head first into it, when suddenly
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3Her eyes of glass and porcelain face held more emotion than any human being I had ever met. I cautiously reached out my hand, careful not to damage her fragile frame with my clumsy
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3completely emotionless. The rage burned harder inside me, Didn't she care at all? I took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine," I said. "If that's how you feel about it, then
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7quite a sane person. I should know, I've had myself tested. But I can't help but wonder why people always stare when I skip in the streets or ride the grocery carts. Don't they
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5subtly set the decibel level of the music higher, it would set off the bomb and rid him of those party-goers forever. And techno music was never played on that street again.
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5stared at him blankly. I had absolutely no idea how my asking him what time it was lead to this conversation. Nevertheless, I thanked the man and went on my merry way.
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4It gets frustrating sometimes, though. I look into a person's eyes and I feel as if they're looking right through me. And, under the circumstances, they probable are.
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3more and more suffocated with each passing moment. As the sensation continued, she felt as though these new limbs were more of a burden than they were a blessing.
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2vegetables from farms nearly halfway across town and creeped into kitchens hoping to find even the slightest bit of
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7shoot myself out of boredom. But one thing never failed to keep me afloat; and that was the yearly town Ghost Hunt.
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5"Daddy, I'm doing it!" cried Jane as she took her first wobbly laps on her new bicycle. "Hey, daddy!" she yelled. No answer. "Daddy!" she called once more. And once more, no reply.
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3would never look like patent leather again. Yes, fainting over shoes and starting a riot over them would be petty. But they weren’t just any pair of shoes; they were JIMMY CHOOS.
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4they took as much as they could, pouring it into barrels and shoving the barrels into the pick-up truck until it was full. Then they drove to the nearest zombie sighting location.
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1her phone ready, with 911 on speed dial. 'Just wait a bit longer." she said as the pain began to travel all over his body. And within moments, he died, and 911 was finally called.