Finished Folds (1—12)
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3regular crap to wear because with the mention of over-blingin' it became obvious that the child in question was none other than Bieber. This only meant that
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3Felipe snickered at Trippers' situation, as Mr. Morgan leaped through the air and landed before the boy. He rasped: "I'm 'unna eat this twinkie, and I'm 'unna kick yer ass after."
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3have known of it?" Doc Croc was cornered now. He would have to admit it. "I...because I'm the one who sold it to you." Spidey gasped. "You...are...Natasha?" In utter disbelief, he
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2seemed so small now. Now, as the Destroyer slid from the Vault once again to begin its devouring. Where was Hyperion now? Now, as their world lay in waste. Had Roland seen this, he
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6"Worry not," it trumpeted sympathetically. "There are plenty more fish in me." With that, the Sea Elephant grabbed me with his trunk and thrust me into its body. No sea. Just guts.
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2girls named after precious stones, and I just wasn't into that crap. I mean I don't really even care who was better for him, but who is going around naming their kids after rocks?!
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1..uh...well, his thing. He just grabbed it. LIke everyone was watching and everything but he didn't even care. He just freaking reached in and pulled it up like it was no big deal.
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8just beginning. The magic in question, however, was of a slightly more interesting subject matter. Removing every article of clothing, Agent Smith began to shake and to shimmy.
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5But she insisted I wear the shoes. Oh, those cursed shoes. I had to wear them every time she had me upstairs to "loose the caboose," and they'd grown sticky and smelly. Even worse,
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3And that was his hinges. Being exposed to the extreme pressure of the ocean depths had weakened them, so Jones had no means of secure storage. This was a true crisis in Imp City.
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4longed for was the next hit. That poor, poor girl. She couldn't think at all, save for the burning question of where she'd score next. Heartbroken, I vomited powerfully.
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3yelp if he was one of them, then proceeded to rush toward the hotel's receptionist. I charged him full-on, and he suffered some burns from my lit cigar. As he cried, I cried too.