Finished Folds (1—2)
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8He was admiring his handiwork when the doorbell rang and he unfolded himself from his crouched position, grouting tools in hand. Who is it? he shouted. He didn't recognize them.
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4She was clearly outnumbered. They tumbled out the sliding glass doors onto the Astroturf lawn, shrieking. Mary, in her advanced years, was no match for the Olympian toddlers.