Finished Folds (21—32)
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6buttons! (It's a little known fact that the buttons on Mickey's pants are not to hold them up, but to allow him to shape-shift. He's only Mickey when he's not being goofy.)
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1recording equipment she kept stashed in her vest pocket for emergencies. If this wasn't an emergency, she didn't know what was. Listening carefully to the transcibed message
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3made a grilled cheese sandwich on the overheated manifold, popped the top on a warm Coors Lite and setttled in for a serous think. Halfway throgh the beer, she remembered
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2that you? How is this possible? Was Freud right, after all?" Panic overwhelmed him, fear pulsed through his veins like hot wine through a cheap date. "Where do we go from here?
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4Much like this method of creating a story-line. But, now that Bill is out of the way, maybe progress can be made. So: It was a dark and story night, once upon a time, when
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3is a lttle spot along the river in a remote corner of Southern Oregon, but I'm not about to share the loction of that fishing hole with anyone, so Instead I said
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1The wall surrounding her, all at arms length, were slimey and wet. And dark, it was dark al around. She looked up where high above she say a point of light. Damn. In the well
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5It was a sign. Slowly, slowly, the world was coming around to my way of thinking. I always put the salt in the shaker with fewer holes, pepper in the other. It just makes better
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3she just couldn't dance anymore. Then she realized dancing was not the answer to the situation. What this called for, clearly, was zeppelins. Huge, bloated flying machines, each
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4Peanut buter. But what to choose? So many brands, so many formulas. All natural, chunky or smooth, Skippy or Adams, salt added or salt free. This would take some deliberation,
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1Six more years? Could I afford it? One sixth of my life gone already, six more cut seriously into my changes of earning my master's degree by the age of 15. Was she being
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1foks songs and see how far you get. Tennesee Ernie Ford might have been a worksmith, and a fair yodeler, but coul he