Finished Folds (1—5)
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3a dismembered hand crawling towards him. "Oh, shit!" he mumbled, raising the gun up to shot it. The gun went
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0eat the left over cars that were scattered about the
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0dance about with ketchup on our faces. The abundance of food here is
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3They don't know that I'm watching them. I see everything they do. And I can hear everything they say. I've been spying on them since
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3sandwich!" She glared at him and pushed him roughly against the wall. "That's not happening." She replied quietly and left.