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smashed pie: "sentence" 25
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Thursday, June 7, 2012. It wasn’t his eyes that gave her pause, though they looked like the exhumed cuff-links of some aquamarine emperor, nor was it the harrowing motor-reflex of his gnashing teeth, for she knew that to be a consequence of Ramekin overextending himself. It was the guttural durrr. That crawled from his voicebox in spasms that held her back; that prevented her from administering even the most casual of reassurances. Durrr, draaa, daaarg. You of such . . . inappropriate. Slang fetishes, da...
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smashed pie: sentence 20
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Monday, May 14, 2012. He ignored her, shakily branching out his other hand; Jeanette slapped the blade into it with a pout. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The story so far. Americana," she said, rapping softly on the front door and stealing fruitless glances through the inordinately-ornate fanlight window. "Well, maybe they have pie.". Fucking whatever," she sighed, and glanced over her shoulder at the figure behind her. "Who let you out of your cage? What happened to your ear? A mischievous grin cr...
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smashed pie: Sentences 26-43
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Monday, August 20, 2012. Jeannette opened her mouth to retort and vomited all over the side of the house. Fighting off the wretchedness brewing in her innards was completely pointless. The alchemy behind Ramekin's predestidigestion is fairly straightforward and fairly dangerous, mostly because of the narcotic effects, but Jeannette had never seen it handled with such blatant, squeamish glee. The way I talk does not make people barf.". You know I can't. I will not.". He snorted, amused. That is a travesty.
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smashed pie: sentence 24
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Saturday, June 2, 2012. Dag nurbbitt," she cursed. She peeked inside the house to make sure Meems got her lunch, poor damned thing, and crouched to Ramekin's side, avoiding his blighted hands. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The story so far. Americana," she said, rapping softly on the front door and stealing fruitless glances through the inordinately-ornate fanlight window. "Well, maybe they have pie.". My dear," said Ramekin, stroking his beardless chin. "First off, shush; secondly, goodness. A mis...
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smashed pie: sentence 21
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012. Tell me how you’ve been getting on, won’t you? May 17, 2012 at 8:49 AM. May 17, 2012 at 8:49 AM. Oh holy business THIS. May 17, 2012 at 10:30 AM. Im glad you like it . . . if that is indeed what youre saying, which Im pretty sure it is. MAGIC IS WONDERFUL. May 17, 2012 at 10:32 AM. Hey - what dyou think about a title-change? Whatever - let me know. LOVE. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The story so far. What happened to your ear? She blushed. "Shark. Are you going to ...A mis...
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smashed pie: sentence 23
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Thursday, May 31, 2012. He asked, teetering against the door with a wan smile; he managed but a feeble oh dear. Before collapsing to the ground in a heap, still clutching the torpid blackness he had extricated from the house in his atavistic talons. June 2, 2012 at 3:40 PM. Also, Im going to find some way to work torpid blackness into everyday conversation. April 5, 2016 at 7:38 AM. Wow this is so interesting article and personally likeable to me. April 5, 2016 at 7:39 AM. April 5, 2016 at 7:40 AM. I'm l...
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smashed pie: Sentence 22
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Friday, May 25, 2012. Fishing season was a bitch this year," she half-joked, and as he neatly pared off the last of the shadowy fibers she reached into her bag and pulled out a monstrously-wrapped bloody shroud that was much larger than it had any right to be, nodded at Ramekin, jammed it through the door and breathed, "You? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The story so far. Fucking whatever," she sighed, and glanced over her shoulder at the figure behind her. "Who let you out of your cage? A mischiev...