Finished Folds (1—7)
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2a frog. I looked around, dismayed at my situation. Where am I going to find a fair maiden to kiss me and turn me back into my princely self. Deep in thought, I noticed a
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3from the black of night, materializing from the darkness. The grey wolves step back, allowing the banjos to advance closer to the
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3birthday ever. There must be a big surprise for me at home, that's why she said it. I jumped up from the table and sprinted for all my life
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3A muffin, it smelled like banana nut, whizzed over my head. I looked up and zeroed in on the combatant that tried to take my head off with the pastry. My eyes locked on hers and
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2she grinned. Who ever heard of disembodied cat whiskers enjoying soy milk? she thought. Turning to leave, she noticed a mouth form under the whiskers. The mischievous grin
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3We would spit on reason and instead spend our days in cow costumes, waving our devilish forked tails in the air and dancing in circles to PJ Harvey tunes. That would teach
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3The hot soup jumped up toward the headmaster, a large hunk of stuff struck him on the bridge of the nose. The sudden sensation of wet and heat caused him to violently jerk