Finished Folds (141—160)
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5point of view. You should just shut up & listen to me. You never do, though. You're delusional. You're stupid. I hate you. Go away. Now.....I said NOW! My GAWD, why can't you see
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3when the F-4 tornado appeared on the horizon.We thought about finishing the game later, but agreed that neither of us had much to lose by seeing what would happen if we stayed put.
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10do your best to write a fold that continues the previous storyline, while still taking the plot to an unexpected place. Like Bang Beach, Vietnam. An added bonus is if you can fold
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5I thought about it for a while, then it all began making sense. Greg's affection for fashion. His perfectly neat apartment. His well-buffed fingernails. Astronaut, MY ASS! Uranus
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5"Security!" Ms. Balnut screamed, her nose gushing bright red all over Mr. Kumfat, the VP of Operations. Big Bob panicked & shot down the fire escape, snagging his pants on the edge
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3wrong way, but your mother & I feel we now must tell you." His dad breathed heavily through his helmet. "I am not your father. Your name is not Luke. It is Leroy. Your father is
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4free. Free of fat ol' Annabell. "Free at last! Free at last! Thank Gawd, almighty, I'm free at last!" Greg shouted & he danced with outstretched arms down the street. Little did he
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6gged when "Free Bird" blared from the Camaro's speakers. "I hate Lynyrd Skinner," Kurt said & smashed the flashlight into pieces on the dash. All we had left now were the Doritos.
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6checkers! It's nothing but an ivory-carved chess set! What game are trying to play with me?" She suddenly pulled a black hood over her head & silently indicated that I should sit
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7candy pills & swallowed all of them, hoping the magick of Nantata Cruska would work. Clouds gathered over me & a wicked wind whipped up from the west. The ritual wasn't finished
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2was so pissed off at me. That was the end of our relationship & the start of a huge lawsuit. My God, she had no sense of humor whatsoever.
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6, but the bony hand slapped me upside the head in protest. "Re-laxxx" a sultry voice whispered in my ear. Her bony hands traveled lower, to my L5. "Yessss!" I was a wet noodle.
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8ssippi cost? If I owned Mississipi, Rachel & I will be happy again." So he bought it & they moved to a big beautiful planation on the Mississippi River. With his remaining money,
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4But after one bite, I spit him out. He tasted funny.
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4e he looked so cute & innocent, with his lil' cowlick sticking up & the way he'd gurgle "goo-goo, ga-ga." He was the best in the business, they said.After what I saw, I believe it.
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4you can correctly guess in which hand I have the key to heaven, I will let you come in." St. Peter held out his fists for the man to choose. Eeny-meeny-miney-mo. He tapped St. Pet
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4now he's dead. "Mama!" Yurick gasped with his last breath. "Life had just begun...& now I've gone & thrown it all away." she whispered & lapped up his blood thirstily.
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5Shows were sold out worldwide. It was great, this Rock Polka tour, but the groupies were ugly. Fat German women with braids & hairy armpits tried to seduce him. SHEISSE! His boa
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5."Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "You know you still have unfinished business here." I gulped & fell backwards. I don't remember anything else after that. Help me.
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6We left streaks of white grease paint all over the kitchen floor. It was wild. I fingered Bozo's nose in my lap. It was all I had left of him. Our baby would grow up without a dad.