Finished Folds (141—160)
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3Which coincidentally happened to be under his stomach. I'd not hopped but surfed him down the building surface, leaping onto him as he, doubled over, fell outside.
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2make up adjectives for articles, but the methods vary. There's clothing, law, faith, federation, and magazines. Whatever the outcome, the folding experience should run like the
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1The transformer had gone and it was time for us to be too. She grabbed my hand under the cascade under the sparks. We fled around the alley where she mashed her lips against mine.
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4Birthday suits don't require cuts to the budget and free up spending for extracurricular activities," implored Professor Fritz. Officer Fred wasn't impressed. The sirens turned on.
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0Let's slam them all into the fry maker, never mind if that potato was actually a prop in Star Wars. Come, them all in, filigreed, to be munched, freshly fried.
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3The cabooses were giant embalmed fishes. Windows were cut along the sides and maws opened up to cloacas and so on. Interiors were luxurious. It chugged along puffing soap bubbles.
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10Potato. Heaps and heaps of potato in its many varieties. Pulverized! Fricassee! Fried! Smashed! Sliced. Potato. She set to work, and her guests barely noticed the chicken flavor.
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9diddlespruckled gleapingly amongidst the terperlwilgs of Fagan. "Pfosh this, yuntling!" handclaimed mungself fouraciously. Fagan, at bodds and bends, bowled rubicuddy parshes.
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4"Hey, what time zone is it?" I asked. "Dammit," I said and set about googling the time zone. A gunshot! Right through the PDA then heart. Mr Black held the smoking gun.
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3The corpses were now skeletons with nary a bit of moldy skin. They were all to and fro. Juan & co were dizzy as hell in their cage of The Supervisor's skeletal marauders.
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4"And, that, is personification," the Professor said, turning from the whiteboard. "And is it just the rain that causes the personified to blink? Steve, your thoughts?"
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3her face, meandering towards a slow amble until it stopped, lopsided, to curl into a Downwards Dog, to contemplate the forbidden fruit looming to fill all of history to come.
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2, why don't you share some of that great intellect with the slavering masses!?" "Now, that would be stu -urk!" "No! No! Nooo! Hey... Hey, why aren't they eating me?"
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5peered out, only to receive a faceful of piping hot meat lover. "I'll blow your lyin' face off!" Boris screamed, vaulting through the window with his marshmallow gun.
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2wove the mists about her, melding against Jerry to leap back, tantalizing in tease. The forest was a cavernous ballroom, gloaming with firefly light. A tattoo of unseen drums beat.
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5, shedding everything until I became as naked as the protesters. When I looked around, I realized they were now wearing bits and pieces of my angora slash marsupial fur coat!
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10Unfortunately, home faced the world. But I would persevere, on my small floating green moon with its leaping brooks and wildflowers. My hobbit-like cottage nestled in a hollow,
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3What many didn't know, the Styx was an infernal spiral that curled through the levels of hell. Charon stood at the bow of the cruise ship A Happy Hell as the damned partied.
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6coming resolved. Ethan took the prod from the nightstand. "Don't have a cow, lady," he said and stuck the business end of the prod into the meat of his maximus gluteus.
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5gnawed at her brother's femur. "Here, sis, try my toe. It's got jam." As she sampled this, Sharon wondered what they called it when you ate your blood relatives.