Suppression

I began munching on the pretzel my mom had gotten me, but about 30 minutes after we left, i asked her to pull over.

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Ember Tails, ch4 (pt.1)

"can we go get a soft pretzel?" "sammy!" sheila slightly hissed, "you can't just go interrupting grown-ups' conversations! sorry everyone," she said with a bit of a sigh, directing the apology mostly to laine and somewhat to kira.

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Right of Passage

The bear found himself more than just whelmed as he witnessed so many acts, positions, acrobatics, gymnastics, pretzel-making, and participation in all manner of combinations.

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Cowed

As she sat alone in her office, working on legal briefs, she kept nervously eating- alternating between a big jar of pretzels and the vitamin c tablets through the morning.

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A Tuesday for Hunter

I had a bag of pretzels and a slim jim with a bottle of water. i also had to stop and eat a couple pieces of candy in gym, i got really dizzy." "that's alright...

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Ill Mind Of Bartan

"and if you bite him again, i will break you into a metallic pretzel. you damn well hear me!?" "arson...?" bartan half whispered, the two ignoring beo's neck curl and snort.

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Party Monster

He had no doubts that if she wanted she could pick him up and twist him into a pretzel without breaking a sweat. even if she had been her normal height and built like this he still doubted he would have stood a chance of overpowering her.

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My Name Is... - SHORT STORY

Other than a few pretzels on the plane she had not eaten in quite a while.

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My Immortal

Inside was a scrawny human woman, all twisted and mangled like a soft pretzel. maybe it was trite of me to ask, but i assure you it was all instinct when i said, "what in the hell are you doing in there?" somehow i just knew she was alive.

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Biographies

Harold will always tell him the same thing: he was called for emergency backup in vonneville (between mouthfuls of pretzels) and that the filing cabinets need sorting. he just can't be left alone.

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Locals Only (Pages 1-31)

The road-worn van's driver-side door closed with a thunk and the driver circled around to see the three boys, restraints tangled from their desperate effort to grab the knife, leaving them pretzeled in uncomfortable poses. "howdy mister.

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