Finished Folds (61—80)
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4Thus I was able to live on my garden of phallic shaped, but delicious organic vegetables for the rest of my days without setting one foot out into the dirty, dirty world.
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3Assassin's Creed might know & assign her son's next target. Gripping her nunchuks, her thoughts raced. That's it! She'd seen her 12 year old neighbor Sissy playing Burnout.
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3she yelled, "What in Hezmana are you doingiiiiiing?" as I cast her into to the tank of sharks. The phlebotomist dropped the needle & raced to the tank. The SlowDeath kicked in & I
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5They say that Judge Flint's perambulations turned into permanent peregrinations when he was walking through Cutter's Pass at dusk and the town's borders became Reality's borders.
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5& remember he's just an Imagination App, beamed from the neuranet into the collective consciousness that the world might not seem as empty of humans as it actually is. That's why I
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2The sound of their screaming continued. Taking down the Creating Writing diploma, I noticed it had protected the wall-paper from fading. I sat before the droning TV and wept.
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6He had to somehow get out of the rutting Inciting Incident & into some real plot development, maybe a little exposition & backstory, but anything to get out of this plot hole.
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4be that I could take care of this infestation...problem." Mr Cat's ears twitched around his fedora--he's no fool, he could smell a rat. I wondered, could train the rats to kill?
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16of culinary diplomacy!" Gen. Kebab turned to Minister Salad, "Do you not agree?" Salad scowled, "It remains to be seen whether such a alliance can drive off the Condiment Coalition
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5I raced across the frozen lake. But a few more yards & to safety & on to the mission. The cracks rang like gunshots; my legs slipped & slid across to the shore. Safe & the package
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5scored by portals scliced with the Vorpal blade!" The Hatter sobbed as her Royal Bitchiness scored for the win. The Guard of Hearts lifted the axe & Hatter thought, "We're all mad"
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7xcoriated mass of aniplasmic goo. Have you ever scene a discorporeated 'toon? Makes the stomach turn. Det. Manatee drew on his cig, dropped it & crushed it. What was going on here?
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5to put me out of my misery. Had I run so far for this? I screamed to the farmer to drop the double-barrel, but he raised it with a calm hand & a beady eye, finger on the trigger.
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1definitive proof Tasha's still alive. Your own sensors tell you that" Data did this whenever Picard went to the holodeck as Det. Hill. No time for lovesick 'droids, tonight's case
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2he shut his eyes to the elephant in the room. Despite her puerile attempts, he would not be distracted from his job. "Alright," I said, "let's lay out what happened one more time."
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7had been drinking Laphroaig that night leaving the slight taste of home in her blood. But the thought of this new mission, despite my full docket, itched my undead mind. What if
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3the accounts ever received the steady trickle of dirty money. Eve & Lenny were efficient; Mitt would never be able to stop them from draining his life & bank account of all worth.
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1repulsed him, but he could not help himself. He licked his dry lips & reached for the latch. His eyes bulged; before him was not man meat, but death; the gun fired & he knew Death.
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4good at making friends, despite the trade & Pestilence wanted a social life too. War had gotten married & settled down; Famine had her record contact. Pestilence wanted better for
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3denuded, Beauty topped the "Hot or Not" leaderboards. They scrambled to throw some sheets over their sweaty bodies; I said, "Mr. Beast, I have questions to ask you about the murder