Finished Folds (1—8)
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4My fear would not get the best of me this time. I knew who it was and I knew how to get rid of him. Joey Santana. He just might...die tonight....at my hands.
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1This was the call that I'd been dreading. I didn't want to speak to that impudent pig anymore, but he just won't leave me alone. I can ignore the phone or even unplug it but
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4There was delicious, steamy, saucy, cheesy pizza everywhere. I wanted some and I'd do anything to get it. I just had to figure out a plan. Bark? Beg? Cause a ruckus? I know! I'll
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2slithered over to the lamp and there was grimy, wretched feel of worms. Except they most certainly weren't worms....They were
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5I feel my heart actually crumpling up, eating itself. She was taking too long with the antedote. If Jes doesn't hurry, I'll be dead within minutes.My last words to Justin were "You
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4I looked at Cherie, staring deep within her soul, through the eyes. I knew she was lying but I didn't know how to react. If I called her out, she'd be embarrassed. If I let her
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2and stopped to see a crying child, half human-clone, half cow. He stared awkwardly down at the disturbing creature and tiptoed past it. Afterall, the Minotaur was known for being
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6It was the sunniest day that Jem had ever seen. He woke up to steaming pancakes and tea on his nightstand and it was going to be a wonderful day...until he heard the fire alarm.