Finished Folds (941—960)
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3to threaten him even further: by threatening HER. He wanted to italicize the pronoun, but feared that markup might reduce the "semantic potential". There were women in his past
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4He stood, assembled his drawers, and flushed the potty with an arrogant flourish. The professor stewed, the anger obscuring a hint of a counter-attack, a slender defect which only
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4"I don't recall you." "I don't recall myself." "God?" "No. I refuse." Jean Paul began to giggle, shattering the illusion of hip existential despair. "Oh shit, this is some really
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2rave parties, utopian festivals which were pure and free of the complication and intrigue of everyday existence. "For example," she would start, "you won't be accosted by local
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3doppleganger into the cardboard simulacrum of herself her other self had ordered from Zazzle. "Am I Elaine, or am I Julia-Louise Dreyfuss?" she simpered. Kramer appeared softly,
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4Jack Palance posing for a sculpture of himself to be presented at the Las Vegas Chamber of Commerce Charity Potato Sack Race, in which the Pretend Mafia introduced several new
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6The crosses stretched across the desert like an elongated military cemetery. Kowalski had it in for the Dogwood, that child-molesting amateur. He gunned the engine of his white
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3actuarial calculations were in question. The international reinsurance system was panicked. "This is impossible," a horrified Ban-ki Moon told his dissatisfied masters. Mercy was
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5But the Uzi self-assembled. "Food Lion!" Carl screamed in short-lived triumph. A dart struck his carotid artery, injecting an obscure neurotoxin derived from the gonads of
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0hallucination. But then the hallucinations started to hallucinate. And the hallucinations started to war. And the wars started to hallucinate. And Leonardo, for the first time,
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4entering the third trimester and was not looking forward to the future. Her MLS was a financial mistake, but goddamn she OWNED the Greenwich Village party scene. Except for the
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5Saxophone Icosahedron. "Oh hell," Harrison Ford interjected in a fit of sobriety. "You directors just don't know when to stop." He passed out and nearly fell into the pool, but
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2his document cabinet, trying to locate the contract. He rose from his seat and imagined yelling "Goddamit!" in indignation, but all he could muster was pointing towards the drumset
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4party fatigued, but had the good graces to keep up her humor. "Would anyone like lemonade?" Her disembodied head rocked back and forth slightly in the ceiling fan's consistent
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5the level of the Silicon Valley vulture capitalists. "A whore," he groaned. "Ugly. Obese. Diseased. I don't care. As long as she is free." He slimed over to the piano bar and began
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4back from the Turks and their cruel leader, Rod Stewart. He ruled with an iron Rod Stewart, which was a walking cane tipped with an iron statuette, a Cubist rendering of a youthful
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4my memory of college collapsed into a singularity, as if every molecule of THC had gathered to a point resulting in a creative density which would make the DEA throw every last
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4Thankfully, McBrie's feet were composed of titanium. "I anticipated this moment." He sighed and took a heavy seat. "Thing is, I anticipate every moment. It's tedious. Can't you see
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2logy Department, the college's latest "advance" in micro-specialization. Instantly I was dubbed the "national expert in McD Sectology." The Dean was evasive."What does it mean?" he
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6I spent the next 50 years with her, only 48 of them mad. The other two were "fair to middlin'", which is as good as one of my ilk can ever hope for. You see, ignoring the immense