Finished Folds (561—580)
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2She pushed her shopping cart to the side and snapped her fingers. "Watch this!" Her face tightened in concentration, and two minutes later the bag lady was a basketball. "Curly
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5-ed routine beatings to be excitingly successful in keeping pupils silent and terrified. And the International Pedagogical Society was catching on. A resistance movement began
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7But Mother Africa pays me no heed. I am now mummified in Post-It notes and covered with hives and bleeding sores. Soon, this cocoon of adhesive squares will digest me and in eight
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7my brother Darryl & this is my other brother Darryl & this is my other OTHER brother Darryl and..." Something was amiss. After the 517th Darryl, I suspected that Joan of Arc was
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6-ucrats and practical businessgods, all full of sturm and drang, alike. The power was intoxicating! And my blue butt, so beautiful -- so infatuating. I began taking ass-selfies
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3squirming. Donny dropped the box. Giant curly black hairs weren't supposed to MOVE. On impact, the box melted into a mercurial puddle. The UPS deliverywoman cackled. She was hot.
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5colony being constructed by Xe, formerly Blackwater. The Claw of Dawon would protect me from the lunar vacuum and provide pseudo-gravity so I wouldn't inadvertently bound out into
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6"Bravely" might be a bit inaccurate -- we WANTED to defend our block, and in fact turn it into a Road Warrior style compound. Call it "apocalyptic impatience" if you prefer. In any
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6wind before leaving for Stockholm for identity surgery, but it wouldn't come out. The pressure was mounting. I couldn't take the gas on flight because my guts would explode and
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2and sipping snee and smoking gloot. Hours later, recognition set in. "Hold on," I alerted my companions, " we brought in gubeen and merlot -- so why are we eating hap? And sipping
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6suddenly recognized that he was a hopeless geek and retired to his "dungeon" for the rest of his miserable life. During the final two weeks, he did nothing but perform online
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3vacationing in Turkey, so the inquiry would be delayed. Meanwhile, Sting lay in traction in a hospital in Paris. Brain damage was certain. He continuously asked, "Was it a Tesla?"
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5The word "volume" was strictly forbidden by the Flatland snobs who frequented the joint, but the Cosmos were fantastic! Now you may wonder how cocktails are even possible given the
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7But as a professional interview saboteur, I was obliged, being under contract, to undermine poor Johann. I felt sorry for him, actually, more than most -- maybe I'm not suited for
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7Almost immediately he began to sniffle, and within minutes was coughing a hurricane. His face bloated and reddened, and he struggled to inhale. Capt. Black had caught a fold.
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2"Neither," I replied. "And both." He rearranged his crotch, a confused look on his face. "What'd'ya mean?" I grinned diabolically. "They fused. We now have a MomDad!" My brother
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5rest of the population consigned themselves to the latest 15 minute distraction provided to them by the "content generators" located near the geographic center of Bolivia. But one
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4"Yeah, it's me." Spidey scratched his armpit. "Wait -- you Hogg?" "Uh huh," Hogg confirmed. They looked at on another quizzically. "Dude, our channels collided." The General Lee
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2Toys are a LIE employed by ADULTS in a CONSPIRACY to prevent you from knowing the TRUTH!" The 5th Grader guided her to the high-rise classroom window. She jumped. The kids screamed
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5to be sad. She would never return. She looks just like Marisa Tomei and I look just like Philip Seymour Hoffmann. There is no pill for loneliness, but there is a needle for every