Finished Folds (1—3)
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7serve them biscuits. But I didn't have biscuits. No one eats biscuits in this country except very specific biscuit-loving music-makers, none of whom I expected to drop by at 3 am.
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2After staring for precisely 2 minutes, they felt their eyeballs start to tingle. Something was wrong, as wrong as the music being played. Damn, would that DJ get his act together?
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7I tried to get past him to the elevator but he blocked my way and whispered, "No. You have to climb." And when I looked bewildered, he said: "Up my branches."