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Six Alaric

The terror, the terror
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One poisoned pie. Two hungry detectives.
 

Six Alaric

The terror, the terror
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Monster came. Killed it with fire.
 

smcc360

I've Got An MFA In LEO
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I didn't kill her. Not really.

"Cut that wire," said the liar.

Since he left, I'm never alone.
 

feath

Is the goldfish koi?
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Do robots have souls? Mine does.
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She died, but she died smiling.
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My death angel smells of disinfectant.
 

Maine2

New kid, be gentle!
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Life never begins, until the end...
 

Jozzy

Please, sir, I want some more.
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She loved. I lost. And Learned.
 

woozy

I'm the nude girl; not the creature
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"I can't! I eat meat now." (Okay, I cheated on that one.)

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Tomorrow I must fire my gardener.
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Six words wasn't enough. Too bad.
 

woozy

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Yesterday is all he has left.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday.

I slept with the woman anyway.

The great outdoors wasn't so great.

She was something special. I wasn't.

*Now* I always wear clean underwear.

Depends. Anything on Television? ... well, okay.

Good children don't eat their sisters.

Unobserved, the dog dug something up.

"Wins the Internet!" Wins the Internet!

These are fun, but too much?
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Nobody actually died of boredom before.

I flew faster than light tomorrow.

Before I die, listen to ... *arrrgggghhhh*

Call me Ishmael. Whale hunting sucks.

It was the worst of times.

I couldn't eat fifty eggs. Damn!

"A seatbelt will wrinkle my clothes."

Anesthetics set in. "Oops," says doctor.

Genetic testing. Dolphins develop thumbs. Shit!

Genetic testing. Apes rule us now.

London, dead. Paris, burning. Tennis, anyone?

Blood stains. Seltzer or baking soda?

The image in the mirror blinked.

I remain young. My portrait ages.

Don't fear me. I smell fear.

Tragically, he discovered babies can't surf.
 
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