Finished Folds (1—5)
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5He stumbled over the plastic container and mumbled a curse. His years in architecture couldn’t have prepared him for the extempore solutions he encountered as he was trying to bal
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5she grabbed his right foot -the one she had borrowed him last night, size 9 and rather chubby I may say- and started running desperately towards the bus station as he was
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3he had decided that his curiosity was way more powerfull than his ability to stay discreet. He moved quitely behing the the pices of meat hanging from the ceiling, the noise of the
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7He stumbled over the plastic container and mumbled a curse. His years in architecture couldn’t have prepared him for the extempore solutions he encountered as he was trying to bal
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6The birds wouldn't stop flapping inside their cages. "We've been here since my great-grandfather first opened the shop" he said, with a sense of genuine pride underlying his words