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I slide up to her at the bar. Exclusive club. She looks at me weird, and I tell her I'm an influencer. "Tik-Tok?" "No, Poal."

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Theoooooooooodorr

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"Wait! Wait! I need to clean my asshole first!" [tell us, Poalrs... what's the /r/RestOfTheStory ?]

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Gerald's hands were shaking - unusual. The film he held, undeveloped, was certain to put a target on his back.

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Crazy broads. 7 years ago she drove 5 hours to sleep with me in a hotel bed, and now claims I forced her. How does a girl force suck a dick?

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"But daaaad, I'm tiiiiired! That's the twelfth one today!" the little boy complained. His father, a hard, steel-eyed man, looked to the horizon: "Son, I told you once. Hangin' niggers builds character. Now c'mon, we got five more before sundown."

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"Someday... someday *soon*... you're going to end up with a hole in your ASS!" exclaimed the captain. "Aye, aye, sir," replied the attractive ensign.

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1955 was the last time he could remember dealing with this sort of scum. Back then, he was respected... back then, the town was more civilized. Despite reminiscing, he still caught the gun by the barrel before it fired on him. "They never think up any new moves," he said aloud.

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Her jaw dropped open in shock at the insinuation. "I'm... I can't... Oh you grr... I AM NOT THAT DISGUSTING!" she blurted before taking another angry bite out of...

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Mr. Moshe Salazar

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"You see, the problem with AI Large Language Models is that they repeat themselves, and sometimes even hallucinate" He spoke gently, as he repeated it to his Mother, Rose. He never knew how much got through to her, through the dementia, but she would always ask him to repeat himself...

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The early winter snow fell as large flakes, melting on the vastness of the store's parking lot. She turned the key in the lock and walked toward her car, parked under a lot light. "It's not your fault!" a man shouted from the edge of the forest.

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Max could pick out who was approaching on county road 82 a quarter-mile away. That's the way it was here - everyone knew most everyone else and what they drove, and would give a friendly wave. The next 10 seconds would, however, shake Max to the core - Tim didn't wave. (continued)

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James reflected on his previous encounter with Ralph: "The amount of chest hair I have is nobody's business but my own!"

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"God damn it Susan! Waiter, bring me back that plate of pesticide. I paid for it and I will eat it!"

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"This is definitely a two-handed job!" she exclaimed, opening the zipper and gazing within for the first time.

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"A true thing is hard to come by." Graffiti was rarely so insightful. Anyway, the message was fading to the grey of an overcast dusk, and a chill lived in the wind that the night seemed eager to deliver. Sam kept biking - he had a date with the town dam, and in 2042 eastern Tennessee, you showed up.

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Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Paul hadn't been the same since the checkpoint 12 kilometers ago. At least that's what Martha perceived, but she knew better than to bring it up. "What is he up to now?" she thought, hammer down and 18 wheels on the way to San Bernardino.

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412 days. How long would this winter last? He replaced the kettle on the wood-burning stove and cupped his hands around the mint tea. "Only an hour more of stove time," he thought woefully. The IR scans would give him away beyond that.

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The sign was, after all, legible after 40 years of grime. "IF HER FLAPS ARE PINK, RETHINK! IF HER FLAPS ARE BROWN, GO TO TOWN!" it read. Justin couldn't for the life of him understand what it meant.

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That's the thing about making your life in a small town - they'll know where you live. And they'll walk right in.

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I have been told, reliably, that young children in Eastern Europe no longer fear American Imperialism, nor do they fear the totalitarianism of Soviet-Style Communism. Instead, they fear the words of the American Poet, Theodore Kent.

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Laura Lee's glasses were in midair 12 inches from her face and increasing. The blow had taken her by complete surprise. This sort of thing on the 40-yard line used to result in a red card, but the game had evolved significantly in the past 25 years. (con't)

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You awake in a gorgeous field. It's mid-morning and you feel the sun on your skin. You have clothes on but no shoes. You hear a nigger war cry in the distance... What happens next?

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My mother was an elf. And my father a sword wielder. In between all the cracks is how I grew up, and wise.

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