Finished Folds (81—100)
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3tore him apart in anxieties. Pretty as ever, charging into high conflict, Col Fisher made it his last stand. Those who survived this battle never spoke of it again.
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4the outsiders from that neighboring universe whose name everyone always forgets. Embattled and embittered from both ends, we randomly broke out in song and dance.
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8windows and break out the dandelion tea,a tepid mix of soaking roots which went for thirty cents per cup. The world was drying up out there, the population slowly turning to puddl
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1" asked the rat. "No," Noam said. "Maybe it's more to do with your demeanour towards her," suggested Burrhus, who at then was petting the rat.
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3Crom was in fact stitching together a silky patched rendition of a robe for my ultimate ascension to Chinchilladom. Language soon fled my facilities and I grew hair in places they
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3multinationals dug out his tires before AAA arrived, crying out after, "Go forth and trans fat!" The porkwagon squealed and sped away in a gout of burnt cooking oilsmoke.
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7do today, on this fresh first day of my new life?" The stranger, smiling, plunged a knife into my belly. My guts fell out, and with them, my life. Ghostly, I redefined the meaning
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4the large chunk of suburbia it had ignited. I stopped, sighed, walked in the opposite direction again, slipping a cigarette into my mouth. I lit it at a burning tree and saunte
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3The frame was filigreed weirwood depicting now mythical scenes from the previous folds, and the door itself was solid oak with stained glasswork of the barber, poised with a razor.
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6that family vacation we took to Piccadilly that one summer, but it came to a close second. "Buckaroo Banzai!" I screamed as the 8th Dimension drank me to ribbons.
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1doing the two step, then the Charleston. I appreciated it. I liked my potatoes completely pulverized, even after being fried. The KFC hobo, the spitting image of Colonel Sanders,
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2andry tutor said sorrowfully. "These days I stick with fishing. It's easier." A trout jumped, trout fishing in America.
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18folds spoken in thirteen consecutive languages, each translated by a Yiddish fisherman on sabbatical from his accounting side job. 20. Always finish a fold with a
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6Sea Monkeys." I was distraught. I wept. "They're the next best thing to children!" I cried. Sophia stared at me, her steely grey eyes flashing, and walked away. I raised a hand
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0nudity was a staple in that ponderous tome. Master Po decided that wisdom was in the eye of the beholder. On a distant hill, a noodle cart was breaking free from a young panda.
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7killing fields. It wasn't exactly boring, either. Sometimes it's like being a tour guide, and other days it's like a movie theater usher.Except I don't have to sweep up afterwards.
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4While it was useful to have your astral self in bits and pieces because you become all over the place like star stuff, but sometimes in the particle zoo you forget who you are.
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3slow hurry and had places to depart. Olivia brushed past the boy and eventually held up her hand again, but with her other hand resting on a bible.
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4. It was inevitable. Afterwards, they all thanked me as I paid for the seven course meal for fifty with my ex-wife's credit card. Everyone needs to go to hell on a full stomach.
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5I took out my chisel and hammered off the plaster that clung to her face like a scowl. Different people had different senses of permanency. She smiled. My little sister was back!