Finished Folds (201—216)
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5point, a shift in their relationship. Now Beverly had something of her own, something that meant something. Respect, a title.
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3china, along with her makeup and perfume. She cried as she threw everything out, and I cried as well, but I was also angry at her.
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4This arrangement went on for years until the baron suffered a heart attack from eating all of those biscuits, and died in the middle of breakfast.
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5point of math, he explained, is to make people think it's for the elite but when really it's about be lazy. The solution is the most important part, not the calculation.
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2but I happen to be a functioning member of society, thank you very much, and my hands are clean even if I wear gloves.
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2you to get any ideas about your future, which is why we decided to nip it in the bud. Squash it out before any idea formed in the first place."
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4gaining ground by eating the leftovers, although he could never stomach more than four servings. Russel ate mostly candy as well, which left his tongue stained neon purple.
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2keep telling me the same thing, over and over again? Clearly the world has gone mad.
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3give besides that dehumanization is a very easy road to go down and almost impossible to turn around from, that's how they sleep at night peacefully.
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2The next morning George woke up with a faint headache but no memory of his dream.
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4other now. They had gotten along once. After today they would never be able to talk peacefully again.
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4and the ice scattered across the linoleum floor like broken glass and the man yelled at her to pick it up and he kept yelling until she picked up every piece of ice.
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3part after several hours, head home to our everyday lives and routines, but now there is a number written on my palm from someone I want to see again.
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3a car drove a man, the man was being driven with his hands on the steering wheel he had no control of and I laughed because I didn't know what else to do
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5he was altogether a walking mass of contradictions. He was a man who had given up yet still kept going, and had a million and one thoughts about nothing at all and everything
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5The song is playing, and I can faintly taste the metallic tang of the soup as the chorus fades in. Memories I hadn't thought of in years rush back, and all of them collide