Finished Folds (1—7)
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4The pickles flew through the air like fighter pilots, zipping past my ears narrowly avoiding me. I ducked and dodged as best I could, only ending up with pickle juice in my hair.
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5I simply stared at him then. These were people I had known all my life, the people who had raised me. And how foreign they seemed then, how strange. I took a deep breath and ran.
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3A man walked in, stared at the precarious scene and immediately knew what he must do. He took the steak and threw it into the blender so the baby would finally be able to eat it.
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5Do I mention the peanut butter? Is it something he'd want to talk about? It's everywhere... How could I not mention it? But maybe it would be better not to?
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2I still felt the terrible smell cling to every fiber of me. I felt as though no matter how much I bathed when I got home, I'd never forget that god awful smell in my entire life.
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4quiet. I just couldn't get it out of my head and it made me feel like I had to be so quiet. I couldn't look at my friends the same way again, not after all that had happened.
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5at the receiving ends of such remarks more often than I could bare to count. Although no one more often arrived at my desk than Danny, and today was the day to settle everything.