Finished Folds (1—2)
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1But as I looked down, ready to meet my maker, my eyes caught a glimpse of the brute's membrane. It was odd, but for a split second you analyzed it like Sherlock Holmes.
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2I got off my tiger fur armchair and strolled wearily towards the window. The beggars, thieves, welfare queens, and those jealous of your affluence were out on the streets rioting.