Finished Folds (1—6)
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1at my chest. I tilt my head, a look of confusion crossing my face. Why was this woman pointing at my chest? What could she possibly want? Then I remembered the pain I felt in my
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4and the demonic symbols it kept making out of birds it had caught and killed. His cat was more than just a cat. But what it actually was he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he
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1cutting them open from the glass that covered the road. His blood dripped down his legs as he continued to hobble away. He refused to turn back. Never again would he return to
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6But did she really had to dress me in a mankini, now the whole world will know the drapes don't match the curtains. With my body now inanimate I couldn't do anything but watch as
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1the bloody body lying on the ground. Normally killing someone in the ruins of anything would cause such a racket that it could be heard from the moon. This obviously is
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4here, to my neighbourhood." I skirted around the issue. How was I supposed to tell her that I was afraid of her and what being in a relationship with her might mean for me.