Finished Folds (1—9)
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1I stripped off my clothes, my hands moving as almost a practice; I had been practicing in the case that this would happen. The cops could never get me now. I glared them down
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4The familiar cold seeped into her skin and froze her in place. The pleasure began to overtake her fear, deriving out of her pain.
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3hiked up the treacherous mountains to reach the pot of gold on the other side of the mountain. The weather was cruel and
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3It could make a man practically psychopathic, the way some people went about their lives in such unfulfilling, dreadful ways. Almost makes a man want to
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2The problem was this: Raymond was called upon by an unknown deity to cross the residues of the despair and find peace without the Doctor. Knowing this, the doctor
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6If you're drunk and the taxi man is calling the cops to get your pay, run. Wait, you're already running. Keep running, run faster, run, run, run- damn it! They got you so
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4When the queen came upon news of her husband's outing again with the discreet murderers within her their neighborhood, she heaved a great sigh. "And just when I was about to
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2had a proclivity to collect human skins in their closets. They would hunt humans- mostly men, for their greater muscle mass- and cut into the throats to suck the blood out before
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4Gaining is simple; the world seeps into the core of everything you're made of-space- and lingers in your veins, quivering under its sadistic joy of control.