Finished Folds (41—60)
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4fat man in a SteakHouse. How she managed to keep so slim usually was a mystery. She ate and ate. Then finally combusted.
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2President Sarcozy leaned over the balcony, wondering whether it would hurt to much to jump down. He was a weak man, for someone running France, and couldn't stand pain.
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5woes, the lover of every lonely man. She was there own "Tallulah". She could dream, she thought. And she did, her romance hungrey heart twanged its strings every day hence.
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2I turned away from the screams, a content smile on my face. Job well done, I thought.
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2"Write on it" I said icily. Then I turned on my stiletto heels and walked away.
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1And young love.
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4Jessie stepped on something. She heard a creaking sound - suddenly they librarys vast book case was toppling upon her, book cascading like a water fall of pages. She screamed. But,
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2Marilyn laughed her bubbly laugh, wiping the spillt wine off her dress like it was water. She picked up another cocktail and toasted the new year, her eyes steady and her voice
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5She twirled her chesnut curls around her fingers, her vintage flower print dress swishing past her swedish sofa, her japanese cat clock chiming in her ears. Her young face smiled.
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4infect anything he touched as well. Like that guy from that myth, he thought, whatever he touched turned to gold - but with me, it just gets infected and dies.
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4get diego on his show to... Diego needed work badly - sure, the kids loved him on Dora's show, but how long would that last, he wondered?!
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2My life, I thought, has onl just begun. If I can have days like this everyday, why worry? I sat down beside the bins, and smiled.
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3Along with him went a Doctor who specialised in denaturing unwanted "celebs". When asked whether it was a proper profession he meerly said " Of course it is, waste not want not eh"
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3As Simon can't spel to save his life... "Is it like, a kind of Can-can?" I said, bemused. " In my case, it's more a Can't-Can't" said Simon, sighing forlornly. He bit his
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2"Oi, skunkboy!" shouted Crispin, the school bully. I groaned. " Get yer four eyes over 'ere!" he said, chuckling at his weak joke. " Oh, go and combust why don't you?" I said
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6Unfortunetly, it was not so. She had a bad case of Margret Thatcher Flesh Creep Disease. A rare and digusting problem that infects then brain, and then the flesh when
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4our hero was just finishing squirting ketchup everywhere. "Well, well, well..." said Scotland Yards most highly regarded Inspector Slack. "There's no Miss Marple to help you now"
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5were trying to claw at each other. "Woo! Catfight!" said some yob sitting at the bar. I gave a hard stare. I pushed my glasses back up the ridge of my nose, trying to look macho
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1it wasn't very good. They escaped. They went mad. They started clawing everything in sight, like ginger werewlves hungry for blood, flesh, meat. But after all, they were only
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4she was worse. You could see where the fake stopped and the normal skin began. I scanned her with my eyes for anything that might not be fake. I found nothing. Her silicone