Finished Folds (1—7)
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2The fridge was empty. Again. The only solace Jim felt was that it would all be over. Soon. He wafted to the cupboard and grabbed some stale cereal. Seemed fitting, considering.
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3Sadie cried. Soft, small tears fell onto her arm warming the skin. She never cried for long, only out of necessity.
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7For the truth is known, but oft ignored, that style trumps utility in the end. And if more gents agreed, it would be a more blissful world.
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1But time was against them all, and deep down he knew it always would be. "Revel in the simplest pleasures", he thought as he pulled out the brandy.
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3Donavan stared at the wall, refusing to look at his hands. Instruments of life and death, covered in blood and tissue. He turned and struggled to process the scene before him.
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3my attire proved a point. Couldn't he see the dark torment that boils inside me everyday, waiting to release itself on some unsuspecting salesman. If he calls me dude on more time
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4She glided over to the shelf, slowly, delicately. With a glance to her side she removed the candy from the shelf, placing it in her bag. The first rebellion.