Finished Folds (241—260)
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3-realism was getting him down and he wanted to fight back in a big way. His art installation was called "My Most Cinematic Work Yet" and his jellyfish stair-climbing paintings were
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7I lay on the dirt behind Mrs. Pott's shrubs and listened closely for the creature of the night. There she was. Buttercup. The bastard kitten had feasted on my bait, teeth glinting
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9The storm railed against the house with thunder so loud, it was deafening. Then, it happened. The sky opened up and it swallowed me whole.
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5Charles de Gaulle. Who knew that I'd be getting this kind of accomodation on the pricy 800 number. She continued, breathing heavily into the phone.
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4n left her at the altar. Frankenstein needed to treat his agoraphobia, and flipped through the phonebook for a nearby life coach. Aha. Jillian Michaels. And she could get his abs
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5The green-bellied, purple-elsewhere dinosaur evaluated his paunch in the floor-length mirror. Pacing, he debated on skipping the show's 10yr reunion. What would Baby Bop think?
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7Nancy Drew took a long drag of the joint and handed it to one of the Hardy Boys. "Work's been slow," she said. "Us, too." She pushed a Candyland playpiece across the map thoughtful
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3Bill Murray stopped the NFL woodchuck for his species identification card. Once he saw Chuck was far removed from gopherus andronicus, Bill took off in search of a bachelor party t
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5"You called me Tom Selleck again." He squinted at her warily from the other side of the cot.
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7"Free love? Nothing comes for free." Liz left for good. Also, she left her premo record collection, a welcome addition in Haight-Asbury. I was ready to set up Doughnut Records.
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3and with WW9 still to be determined, Edwin Starr would remain relevant for centuries to come.
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3-ing the entire symphonic symbiosis. It was a domino effect and they all fell to the stage's floor, metal fold-up chairs askew. The conductor fumed from his perch, ears smoking.
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6unaware passerbys. It was his favorite Hellish pastime: pomegranate pelting. Peresephone came back with the soda and crinkle-cut fries. He quickly concealed the pomegranate and dev
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6"I see, Captain. Want me to make another?" Rain poured. She reached for more newspapers. Meanwhile, ink was dripping from today's Suduko, onto my forehead. I counted to ten, calmly
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6glanced at the yellowing atmosphere in his bright white space suit, his face turning a pale shade of green. Maybe Mars wasn't for him. He clutched his pink locket, with purple fury
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5The Pink Panther-fueled marital demise began when Mr & Mrs Pink Pants heard jazz mysteriously playing on their stereo. Plus, the French inspector they hired to clean was destroying
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7As they neared the booth, the cashier eyed him suspiciously. "Whatd'ya take me for? A fool? You ain't 45. This is PG-45." His mom waved, "He's with me. It's ok." I had no idea what
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6"Mr. Bourdain, you mind doing another take? But less eating? We're getting a lot of feedback on that." "WHAT? Is this too real for you? Is my thumb ring too real for you? YOU CAN'T
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5just kind of flailed about. How the hell was he supposed to win a Mahjong game against a Kung Fu flea, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Tiger and Det J? Where was Mulan when you needed her?
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3stripclub. "Candy's off today." The owner tried hide her disgust. "Get her here, NOW. Or I'll sue." Gil said. That's what they got for naming dancers after foodstuffs. Broccoli was