Finished Folds (241—260)
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3got out alive. When I return, it's a spot of tea and antelope heart." The serene image danced in her vision as her trusty steed carried her into the unknown.
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3As it always does, the silence proves too much for the uninitiated. Its welcoming aura soon creeps into suspicion, and gives way to a massive paranoia. The mute buzz of
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2Juan was not. At that pivotal moment, when he leaped to scale the counter, his foot caught a cash till. He tumbled to the floor. Skull met marble and Juan's outlook became hazy.
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3the only movie he'd ever seen. Perhaps basing one's morality on a moving picture created for mass consumption seems trite, but many raised in well-meaning homes had done worse.
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3Chuck P, the Rat Pack leader, had a story for everything. He opened a fresh, new yellow legal pad and put pen to paper. "Now, Chuck N, tell me about this latest
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1absolutely beyond categorization. "ABC, you clods!" she continued. "You'll never take me alive!" Larry knew to keep his distance when she, soon to be he, went on these
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2"Say hello to my widdle fwends!" I shrieked, although it was obviously too late to register with the sweepy poweece. This wasn't the first time the SWAT team raided the day care,
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1a battle scar, a tremendous reminder of tragedy and redemption. He felt the smooth scar tissue and the jags over the nose, the tightness above the lip as it healed crookedly. Pain
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3fifth oboe leave the symphony. The legato counterpoints lack punch without his screaming through the double reeds. "I've got a wind instrument you can play," interjected the
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2internal punctuation. Ah, the comma, refuge of those out of breath and too clueless to stop at a natural pause. So, where were we? Ah, the chicks. Their muffled ministrations drew
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1she interpreted "roll in the hay" literally. You can really pick'em, Joe, he said under his breath. "What's that, my divine hubby?" Mary sweetly asked through her labor
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5fighters album. "Aye, perchance we mayn't meet at the top. I do trust that as pertains to middling minded, Wasting Light remains a mighty wind of unspectacular minstrelship." The
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0But something nagged at him. Was it the lack of glasses? Perhaps the stilted delivery of a person masquerading middling thought for deep revelation? Surely, the TED people would
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3get free, right into the sun. "She never loved me," he sighed in resignation. "Why should anyone?" It's this kind of self-pity that rationalizes and justifies horror movies for
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1"Pack my bags, chubby stuff," I slurred to the Genie, for whom beer goggles were the ultimate blessing.In that moment, the cycle of abuse became clear:
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2a Hindi translator for the inevitable hustlers and bribes. Regular things, he thought, happen to good and bad people alike. Getting ripped off in a foreign country is decidedly
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7Lugging his quarters to the elephant vending machine, Enda felt the weight of the coins in his pocket. The rhythmic slapping against his leg ticked & tocked, clearing death's way.
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2uh, well, um," which were the honest words in my head. Other words that flitted across my stumbling tongue: ravishing, astounding, take me now. Still stammering at her new look, I
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3sensibly traded in his iPhone for something better. Proudly clutching his brand new rock, he strutted down the main streets of Foggytown, crookedly smiling at all the pretty birds
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2C3PO brandished his new appendage-weapon to the sky. "'It's clobberin' time!'" he screamed. "No, I can do better...'SPOOOOOON!' Wait. 'I came to chew ass and kick bubble gum.'" C3