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  1. They were Marsh's only friends. He had a sad life.
  2. See, Brandy and Uncle Brandy were two different people.
  3. He didn't know everything. That both relieved and worried Freedom. She raised an eyebrow at Lusk's request, but took the knife, holding it carefully as to not cut herself. Freedom eyed it warily. Was there some sort of trick here? Even with his extrapolation idea, she still couldn't have the strength since she wasn't trying to increase it at her base age. Averting her gaze from her hands, she held the knife by the ends and tried anyways.
  4. But there was no coffee left in existence because
  5. Freedom nodded, but her mind was still on the woman. She'd left with a knife in the door. Facing in her direction. Before she had been watching her. And, Freedom swallowed, she'd been around seven feet tall. The facts fit whether she liked it or not. But she was gone, helping the side of her that wanted it not to be true. If it really had been Crow, she wouldn't have left Freedom alive. Most likely. "If that's the case," she said, turning her focus back on Lusk, "then what do you suppose would happen if a person never spent time at a certain age? Say, they skipped being one year old and went straight to three? If they were to tap to that point, what would it be like?"
  6. Allergies.
  7. She'd wanted to try and vacuum up Sylvester.
  8. Rye or whole wheat? Sliced or whole loaf? Corn bread: bread or cake? Which brand: Wonder or Sara Lee? Homebaked or storebought? Bread crumbs or corn flake crumbs? Corn flake crumbs or matzah meal? Matzah meal or oatmeal? Oatmeal or grits? Grits or mysterious white goop? Toxic white goop or toxic purple goop? Why? Who? What? Where? When? How?
  9. Wayne thought plastic was the weirdest thing ever.
  10. I've done it. So far Eve's not dead, but like Bean said, even with all skills, a fight against a person with a Shardblade would be hard to win. Not impossible, but harder.
  11. In the meantime Vasher had snuck off to hide in Butt's mother's basement.
  12. He kept giving her looks. Like she should have been more paranoid. Like it was amazing she was alive despite trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Freedom had lots of respect for the art of giving looks, but this was getting old. She gave the floor a glare as though accusing it of being at fault, while she aged to around thirty. It was a rough estimate, probably off by a few years, but the slight growth spurt would help it seem all the more accurate even if she wasn't exactly on the dot. Besides for two years older she'd never spent much time on exactness since there never was a real need. Freedom glanced up, waiting.
  13. They couldn't believe Vasher had killed that fly.
  14. The taco was controlled by an evil altruistic apathetic edible abstract erratic excited apprehensive adjective.
  15. Silva eats a pancake from a few pages ago.
  16. Freedom looked to where Lusk had gestured. There was a large woman drinking. She couldn't tell herself if she was really being watched, but she took his word for it. "I've never seen her in my life," she said. "She might just be an unhappy person with no ulterior motives."
  17. As this is the 21st post on the page, and each page holds 25 posts (Narrator Silva thinks), then four more people will post before page 300.
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