Finished Folds (41—46)
-
3entally stubbed my toe and doubled over in pain. I could hear my cat cackling and creeping up behind me, no doubt ready to tie me up for the Dark Lord. If I had known his intention
-
2"Why the hell did you read my diary?!" John punched his stuffed rabbit cleanly in its plastic nose, earning disturbed stares from the other patrons in the cafe. He blanched at the
-
4declined after she made a few controversial remarks. But she honestly couldn't give a damn--better she let her true thoughts be known than to censor herself for the public's liking
-
2last week's catfish casserole?! I could have sworn I gave this to the weird lady across the hall from us. I sniffed at the contents and immediately recoiled at the repugnant stench
-
6s. I grunted aloud, tiring of the incessant mental argument inside of my head. I eyed the gun warily in my shaking hands, torn with whether I should just surrender myself to the
-
4a jewel encrusted bra. It was surprisingly hefty in his hands and smelled of mothballs and lavender.