Finished Folds (1—15)
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4The Yeti are good at designing shoes, but their clumsy (sorry if I'm offending any Yeti out there!) fingers prevent them from actually making those intricate patterns that
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2He knew oblivion like the back of his hand. He couldn't remember the last time he felt connected to reality, but they made sure he would stay in a world of confusion, where truth
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3a Soduku puzzle, laughing (I think) through it's distorted mouth. So excited was the cat at its brainpower that it called the other cats so they too could receive the shock. But
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3fuse into a big glob when the sun's beastly heat beat down on the dying earth. But for now, the reflection of its light off the bottles was kinda neat.
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3looked up and shook her head, pointing to a face peering out of the window, a wet nose smearing the glass. I had known her husband had a cold, which gave me a chance to
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7"To be successful...." Thus started my speech. It was pretty much the same opening each time. And they bought it. Can you believe that? What if they find out I really
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5took off her pointy hat so she could fit in the driver's seat, and then put her foot on the gas and tore down the road. Her license plate read DRTHY RIP, but Dorothy was still
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3and swing from the shower curtain rack. He would laugh, but was he really laughing with me? All that sugar in his system, who knew if it wasn't just
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2It was three years ago when I had left the battlefield, running from the horrendous noise of screaming missiles and pounding shells. The present seemed so hard to grasp,
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3The phone's piercing ring shattered Josh Robler's peaceful rest. His now bulging eyes belied the weariness that was trying to drag him back down. But once he picked up the phone,
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7and eczema. But I must tell you this one thing: Several bunnies have gone to glory, a picture (I suppose) of the sacrifice and hope that is Easter.
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1hats, a bold (but frankly, quite humiliating) attempt to prove his machismo. He tipped his hat to another lady as he drove down the street, tears falling down the cheeks of the
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2lay his gun on the stranger's corpse, looked up to heaven, and winked. He walked toward the church, but then his attention was overtaken by
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5." But not too insane to turn the tables on the one who sent me into this mad abyss. I can play the madman..though some can't believe I'm not really crazy. I'm NOT, I tell you. But
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11, and Mollie a year later from inhaling stray cotton fibers (she refused to die of such an obscure malady before Jonas's passing). Alas, as I trudged through life, I could only