Finished Folds (1221—1224)
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6"Deal. My mother was actually a man - well, proto-Hominid, to be honest. Resurrected, genetic science." Starling looked upon me fondly, and I began to sweat. This wasn't the first
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2Singapore, but all it got him was a death sentence for smuggling gila monsters into Asia. It's a hot market in Mongolia, I know, but for my money a less risky venture is to simply
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3discount mescaline. Supplied by the reverse vicar when the moon oozes. But such speculation does little to reinforce the confidence of the surgeons at the Art Institute; in fact
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4"Just fine." the other me responds. "Preferably the spicy kind. Habanero, or at least Jalapeno seasoned. My uncle used to make these before he lost his tongue in the disaster."