A Mysterious Gift

Eventually the check and a fortune cookie were delivered to my table. now usually i didn't put much stock in the small piece of paper inside the cookie but tonight's was rather compelling. "true happiness is a gift that is best when shared."

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A Place That Don't Know My Name

At the end, lucas reached for one of the fortune cookies, and smirked at the message when he opened it. "apparently, my lucky number is '4s'." "what, you mean fourty-five?" "no, it says 'four-ess.' that's how it's printed."

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Strip Search

Now, she lay helpless as that same man slid his thumbs down to her engorged spade, tucking them in the sides of her fortune cookie and sliding them apart. he had to crouch a little, his hot breath wafting over her loins as he peeked inside.

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Adipose City Stories

Everything from the apple pies served at burger world to the fortune cookies in a panasian buffet came from a queensland bakery.

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Dirty Dogs

Hibi had three of her fingers buried deep in her feral-esque folds, the fortune cookie shaped cunt opening and swallowing the pup's digits.

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Ghost2B.txt

Bastard sounded like a fortune cookie... hair clear to his ass. and had the look of one who has done without for a while. "i am sorry... my manners have grown rusty with disuse. i am cook. don't care about any other names... so, you like glop."

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Consequences

He was more likely to attach an invoice for the free fortune cookies when he ordered takeout from great wall kitchen to feed the boys at the mill -- just in case cookies needed to be declared to the irs. and there was no sign of anything unseemly.

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Form and Function 02

When he checked the text he got, it was an eggplant, a fortune cookie, and some water spurts. his knees just about gave out. "you don't flirt much, do you?" valencia teased. "not really, no."

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Hurricane Kim Chapter 5

A fucking fortune cookie? he just continued to stare at me with unblinking focus. prometheus, do me a solid will you? please be less creepy.

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Hurricane Kim Chapter 6

I don't read tea leaves, horoscopes, shake magic eight balls, or open fortune cookies. this was pissing me off, and there was no way i could get him to tell me everything that i wanted. asshole.

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