Finished Folds (661—680)
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2She was so sick of the lingering smell. She turned the place upside down to find the culprit and tossed anything that seemed off, including Earl. "It wasn't me!"
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4At least I tried to clean up my mess, unlike many other "serials" who would rather move on to the next target. I like to finish what I start: folds, crimes of passion, you name it.
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7lly his over the top exterior. She thought he tried to hard to appear all apple pie. On the inside, he was molten chocolate lava cake to the core. If only he knew that she liked
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7"Hey lady, watch it!" She jumped at the unexpected booming voice coming from the tree. Nonsense, she thought. Trees don't talk...right? To test it she tossed a pebble at
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5burst outside for some fresh air. Two who tried to squeeze out side by side got stuck in the doorway. A few others opened windows until Phil had his fill of air freshening.
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5in St. Louis. Leave the neutron satchels at home." "Strange message," noted Egon. "Don't be fooled. Being an egg-head-hunter is not all it's cracked up to be," quipped Venkman.
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3stop clowning around. I squeezed him in between the walls so he could be reunited with his shoes. He barely fit, but he stopped crying finally. "Are you okay?" I called to him.
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5When she finally opened her daughter Emma's door, a sea of stockpiled snacks overwhelmed and buried her. Piles of packaged crackers, bagel chips, dried fruit, granola bars,
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5turned up at the corners. A half-hour later, the aroma of wonton soup wafted from my IV drip bag, and my date slurped a liquid meal through a bendy straw. It was most kind of her
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3at the inky jag. Its deep red eyes followed his every move. When Earl tried to step away from the tattoo machine, the big cat on my arm growled, "Don't stop, I still need a body!"
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5knife-wielding dealer sharply. Not to sound paranoid, but it seemed like he was pointing me in that direction from the start. Two tabs dissolved swiftly on my tongue. Waves of
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3else was amused - except by the looks of it, his chastiser. "Please! Don't! Stop!" Jimmy yelled with every swat. He knew he would soon be the butt of many jokes to come.
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5"Uh sis," he began. Catching her breath, Jane heaved, "Wot?" "I didn't grab you. I wasn't even nearby. It was that guy," Jeff pointed. Jane looked and spotted the culprit. It was
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12I ran from the room screaming, "Beware the Scare Bears!" Later I dreamt that Mr Cuddles clawed out of the toybox with help from his best-fiends Hateful Heart and Bratty Thug Bear.
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3Mrs Gordling touched her face and then licked the dip from her fingers. "Tasty!" Megan pulled Steve by the sleeve toward the door. "Hey Megan don't go wigging out on me now!"
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4The teacher asked where I got it. I couldn't say. The toy-maker was a real pinhead & would be ticked if I told his secrets. When rubbed the right way, the Innsmouth puzzzle box ope
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2and disease, or smells like it, the landlord thought. Burf. It brought it all back & reminded him of the war. He felt queasy and leaned shakily against a wall. Sally saw & stepped
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3dna deirt ot daer eht sdrow sdrawkcab. Ni eht ssecorp, I tnew deyessorc, llef otni eht buthtab, dna won ym elkna yllaer struh! Siht sdrawkcab lleps sah em lla desufnoc.
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2Or tried to anyway. What a catastrophic mistake that was, thought the cat. She licked the blood off her paws and lifted her tail high, proud of her flawless execution.