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Detective Walagash surveyed the scene through slanted, thin eyes.
"Can I get a bottle of Snapple in here, somebody?!"by OhButIMight 500 words, 6 comments, on Aug 3 2:29 PM 2005. In <200 lines -
“Pester-Wing?”
She called me from her fancy banana throne, its pizza headpiece glowing in the sheen of the sun drenching us from the bay window. Wallowing in its warmth, I l -
I remember nothing. I remember me, I remember who I am, I know, but my memory feels blank, empty, white. Nothing around me is white, in fact, everything around me is very norma
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Dinky misfits screaming
on the edge of the lake,by OhButIMight 100 words, 5 comments, on Jun 5 8:43 PM 2005. In <200 lines -
John "Old" Gorkings
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I used to do drugs destructively.
Parties were the only fun and copious amounts of whatever anyone could get their hands on were consumed. Alcohol was a constant thing; Thi -
off went he, Alfonso Pintura, down the road to Mount Cezarino with a bandaloon on his back. The road to Mount Cezarino was long and dull,
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My back hit the floor with an audible thud.
I looked up the flight of stairs, seeing Charles looming at the top of them, eyes full of adrenaline. Charlie Stans was the sten -
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