Finished Folds (1—20)
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3anything to extinguish themselves, so I stopped, dropped, and rolled. I started laughing. The flames continued to rise. The cake morphed into a Baked Alaska. But it still wasn't
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5sighed, as she slowly raised her index finger to trace the cuneiform carvings, "I intend to come back here and do the same thing before I die." Ernestine closed her eyes in divine
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5I take a different stance; a different perspective. The boiling water undulates and draws me to it, yet I can only step to the side. A bubble pops. A world is born.
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4and tapped his finger on the microphone in front of him. He quietly uttered, "Is this thing on?" and stared at the cable rep. He continued, "Well, my name is Albert Einstein, and
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3but it felt the same as a Tuesday. He decided he was going to make a watercolor painting today, for no other reason than he felt like it. Maybe this would bring him closer
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4situation. They were born into the world as it is, without an inkling of a clue as to what their missing senses could even accomplish. They would still say, "I see" as a phrase
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4that was pretty much half-baked. Aunt Margery thought this would be great way to commune with the recently deceased, and while opening her mouth to consume the scone, she
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3took off his left shoe, then proceeded to spill the contents of the shoe onto the cement floor. Amethyst necklaces, a few diamond rings with ruby inlays, and one black, ugly rock
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3the cats lifted up their paws in anticipation of a miscalculated thought. He tried to make his mind blank - empty. Whenever a thought tried to make itself known he would banish it,
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3decided to join a traveling circus, and flaunt his tin extensions. Starting out, the Tin Woodsman was admittedly a little nervous, but as he grew more comfortable he
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3an error message. ERROR 7078: unknown. Great. Thought google knew everything. So, instead of web searching, he decided to go to the local library in search of
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4muck and mire like hell-fiends, stopping for nobody or nothing. When looking back at their father, a mangy old mutt, forever frozen under the tree, they woof'd in unison to
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3but his ability to get out of tricky situations was unmatched. He simply said, "No thanks, man" and continued on, holding a weed cake in his left hand and a smirk on his face. We
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5had no sympathy for the girl with the foul smelling feet. Part of her, a large part, wished she never would have taken the job at the nuclear power plant, but then she never would
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3Alas, we all stink walking the Appalachian Trail. Our sweat odors mix and merge as we walk in the mountainous ranges, and some even say the smell is part of the collective journey
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5are, almost half-way through. An end in sight. AndrewB73 clutched his throat as he thought of what he was going to reveal next about his mysterious revelations. " So, it came to be
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1did not join the spectators roar of joy. He was too preoccupied by the Guardsmen's expressions of pure hopelessness - and could literally feel their melancholy seeping into
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4heads and instruments in synchronization with the lively music. There was a building on the corner of a dead-end street, and it looked like the perfect place to relieve ourselves
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4"I bet you have never heard a more beautiful tune," said the widowed apparition upon my entry into the room, "than what is flowing into your ears right this moment." I shuffled
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1But also, understandable. Mario's plumber's union was currently on strike, and they all agreed they weren't going to eat for the period of about two weeks. Visions of