Finished Folds (1—20)
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3This deluded bunny had totally lost the plot. With a swift kick to its nether regions, Alice sent it to oblivion, never to be seen again.
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2been more widespread - nor so dangerous! It is time for us to rise up, and make ourselves heard! No more can we sit idly by, indulging in bingewatching, while all around us,
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6the sight of her petulance. "Juliyah! You know you can have anything you want, cease stomping!". Papa frantically dialled the cake shop. "I need Juliyah, in meringue and hazelnut
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3Noone would have thought that anything special would happen on that particular Tuesday, let alone Boris. He caught the bus for work as usual, little realising that he would never
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5I was poking a knife foolishly into the toaster, trying to retrieve my inevitably jammed bagel. BANG! The shock killed me immediately. As my soul left my charred body, I wished
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4trapeze artist. My circus name would be Alfonso the Pink. I commissioned Elvira to sew sequins on my pink leotard and began training on the high wire the following morning.
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2judgemental stare from the large woman in the bobble hat. "Pot - kettle", he thought to himself. Maria sneered across the cafe table. "I'll read whatever I like!" she shouted.
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6d me of my wife. She made such wonderful pies". Det Lomklump sniffed loudly and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Bob, you might as well arrest the butler. I'm sure it was him".
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3in case you don't remember, which you obviously don't!", was the terse reply. She was right. He had but a vague memory of their wedding.
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5soon silenced by a withering glare from the glass of milk. "You're a fool, Sandwich," the milk spluttered. "Being eaten by that cretin won't give you immortality. Run now while yo
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4He was also mad. In fact he was furious. Discovering he was part of some real-life Matrix filled him with such rage that he could barely control himself. What about Lilly? Was s
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7However, looks can be deceiving. "I can see from your expression that I am not what you expected as your therapist", she sighed, buttoning her scarlet suit up to the neck. "Tell me
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5Every Thursday morning, Mrs Frobisher had an appointment at 10.30. She tried to be punctual. Mrs Frobisher detested people who did not pay proper attention to time. So rude.
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6adjust his beret and necktie in a more becoming Gallic fashion. "Now you are one of us" said the counterperson, standing back to look admiringly at his handiwork. "Try a croissant
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7open a tapas bar. In neon above the entrance would read "Steve's" as a nostalgic nod to my old life. But as Carlotta, I would wear a red flamenco dress and flirt from behind the
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3roman blinds. Edna tutted. "As if I didn't have enough to do, and blood makes such a mess". The street was dark by the time she left the courtroom. A car sped by and Edna was
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5I stared at her, barely concealing my rising outrage. "Is that what you think of me? Someone who would cheat and lie?" I snorted, "Autopilot is for wimps, for so-called pilots who
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5caught it deftly with one hand and, grabbing his juggling pins from the table, began juggling them and the diary. It was crazily mesmerising. His hair was
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4Bang!!!!!!!
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4Granny Sue. She'd had a long life, beginning as a trapeze artist for an advertising company and later as private secretary for George W. RIP Granny Sue.