Finished Folds (1021—1040)
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8involving 32 geosynchronous satellites, a common housecat, and six strategically located canisters of Silly String. He gave the first humiliated couple an awkward hug; the patent
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5it was obviously Jung who was responsible, and primarily because of his infidelities with that psychopathic waif. Now, Freud himself had a taste for the "shadow". The cat-o-nine
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9from the mouth of the insipid face which had emerged on my abdomen. My love-life, at the age of 38, was over. What woman, in this era, could overlook such a gross deformity? Maybe
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5poetry when we resort to inane rhyme. Don't you read the New Hampshire Literary Review? Now, let me alone, it is time for my snack." The Pope pressed a buzzer on his throne, and a
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5It might be a small, ineffectual fish, but it is mine. A sardine. OK, so I am not the most imaginative accountancy lawyer, but I know how to get the job done! My latest case
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3"Hmm hm. Hmm hmm hmmmmm -- no, that's not very interesting." Humming was dated, it could no longer rouse the increasingly sophisticated masses, what with their mobile gadgets and
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6power lines in which his body was entangled. But rather than killing Newt -- or Newty, as his girlfriend liked to call him on weekends -- the surge of electrons only strengthened
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4His dyslexia broke my heart. As the train approached, I stared into its oncoming headlight, no longer wanting to be of this awful world. I closed my eyes and ignored the wailing
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2pills on his dying grandmother. Her body was broken, but her mind and spirit remained strong. "You're a no-goodnik," she chastised. He sulked from the room, needing a pill or two.
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3traditional retirement investment strategies. "I have a contact in one of the major Guadalajara cartels," she enticed. "Guaranteed income, all in non-traceable bills." Her pitch
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2flowers, a pathetic, drooping plant with grey petals and pallorous leaves. "No. And why don't you get rid of these crappy flowers? You deserve something more life-affirming, like a
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6electric biscuits for munchies, so it was natch that she would make for the ole icebox after a few hits of the hydroponic best-seller Polychromatic Mindbender. Her lifeless body
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5mats. "Dammit, I just bought these things!" Dana screamed. She folded her arms and scowled. "Sure, I got them cheap at an estate sale, but they are..." She burst into tears. "They
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4"I am the oldest Folder," he lamented into his empty Scotch tumbler. The pistol lay on the desk before him, it's barrel pointing towards the photograph in the cheap brass frame.
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5fidelity stereo systems and made cooing noises. "Maybe they will love me in a Hi Fidelity Stereo System uniform," he hypothesized. "But how can I be certain without actually
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4ta. Nyoto kee moo-tse llego. Modeet!" Burt had a way with words, and with the village ladyboys. He would stroll along the unpaved paths, holding the model aircar aloft and making
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4some sense of dignity, I covered my shame with a shovel. Neighbor Jake, who had been burying a child's body in my backyard, scowled at me. "Nagerjack won't like this," he warned.
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5Why do I have tentacles? This last question shocked me into a new reality: I was the legendary Squidgirl. Suddenly, the roof blew off and the walls fell away. I could see every
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4creative beatings. "This isn't lunch!" cried a patron as he received blow after blow from a sausage filled with nickels. "It's the new lunch," sneered Unc Nunkie, "and you're gonna
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4a few tactical drone strikes. This is, Mrs. Inspector-General, my understanding of events at this juncture. Thank you." Admiral McPhlee turned to his lawyer and covered his mouth