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It was so simple, how could I have missed it before? In my back pocket, I kept a secret stash of string cheese. I whipped one out and dangled it in front of the eager professor. -
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, "Does it really even matter any more?" I looked out the window at the massive fireballs dropping like rain towards the planet and unzipped my pants. "Guess not," I said, sliding
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assembled them into a headdress. I hastily jammed the headdress onto my noggin, hoping merely to camouflage myself with the rest of the swans, but the strangest thing happened then
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the supermarket and I saw him! I saw the bastard responsible for mailing these damn hollow vegetables out! Needless to say I whipped out my fedora and mask, donned them both, and
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the clown took out his handkerchief and began wiping away his make-up, knowing that he no longer deserved to wear it. Things were changing, it was high time he
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eating apple pie with the other prostitutes, laying down a beat on the turntables in front of a crowd. It's true, the simple things really were the most important in the end.
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Blood clung thick on the walls of the small room like a double coat of paint, filling the air with a cloying smell that burned the nostrils. I couldn't believe what I'd just done.
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told him, "See what happens when you don't clean your room?" He cowered, but slowly nodded his head. I gently ran a hand through his crunchy-fried hair. "Good boy."
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dick." Faced with such a threat, I had no choice. I reached smoothly behind my back and slid my hand around the secret weapon hidden under my shirt.Lightning quick, I whipped out a
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What was left of it, anyway. Those final moments meant more to me than the rest of my empty existence. I held the image of that painting as a beacon to light my path into the void.