Finished Folds (681—700)
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5squeaked. "Sure it was Emmentaler, but come on! It was practically screaming 'laced with heavy sedatives', yet you couldn't resist!" A metal bar across my midsection kept me from
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2given her a discount. Maybe that would have kept my aunt out of jail. Corralling kids in at Chuck E. Cheese's is like herding cats. Everybody knows that. Now my aunt would spend
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3Bobby grinned, "OK, I wish I was the biggest boy in my class so nobody picks on me anymore." And poof! Just like that, Bobby was as big as a house. That wasn't quite what he wanted
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10be called the bottomless coffee server. When you serve bottomless coffee, your customers get overheated. When your customers are too hot, you might get fired. When you get fired,
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4drivers. "Steer clear of the deer here. Our numbers are dwindling." I'm not sure whether they understood me, but when the Canadians saw a talking moose they veered off the road.
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2and anywhere, whenever possible. If that seems out of place, let me explain.
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0with only seconds left he had to be fairly krafty to avoid catastrophe, or suffer the wrath of the Cheesecake Gods. He pocketed the crumpled recipe and dashed for the door.
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3as a warning: "Kitty's not in the mood. Let me be." Dick headed outside. Jane looked out the window and spotted Dick with one of our neighbors, Mr. Thistlenuts.
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3stumbling into a chair leg & stepping out of her left compression boot. Sombrella hobbled to the exit as her body reverted to its earlier state. Her Plastic Surgery Fairy was not
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3o Madam Wong's dessert cart which was laden with an assortment of desserts. She peered at the unfortunate man on his knees, "You want green tea ice cream or sweet bun?"
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4me. Bjork was singing about tossing bottles and car parts off a mountain, and it gave me ideas. I walked to the edge of a cliff and tried to throw my "finger gun" over, but
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6"No, I'm just carrying it around the airport for fun," I once replied to a humorless TSA agent. "You need to check it or do a full-body search& rub down." Oh, a massage! Will you
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3picked one up and sensed seeds of doubt sprouting in his mind. These possumwood fruit-bombs were like dynamite! Charles dug his grenade launcher out of the closet.
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3I wish you all would just fade away, stop trying to dig what we say. I'm not trying to cause a big sssensation. I'm talking about my g-g-generation!" That should teach them.
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3And that, your Honor, is when I shot him. Don't you see how misunderstood my attempts were? My boss was either a clueless charades player or a manipulative miser.
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3do what I really want. So instead, last night I treated myself to a nice dinner out. I dressed up and mustard the will to make a reservation at Madam Wong's Sushi & Noodle Bar.
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1's left cheek. "That feels funny. Wait a minute! That's not what I ordered." She wanted the photo-realistic tattoo on her shoulder. Gran stepped away from the Tattooinator 3000
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4"Crunchy, hm." Kafka was glad for the extra protein as he'd had to skip breakfast that morning. He'd been evicted from his apartment. Apparently the landlord didn't take kindly to
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1blew in off the coast, picked up our supply of oats 'n scattered 'em all around. I guess that's how the oats got in our boats. You never can tell. As the mounted soldier stepped in
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4so I didn't have to wing it. Bat-battery was not something I took lightly. The offender would never touch my pet fruit bats, I thought, as I hand-fed them fresh grapes.