FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again.
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10"Frank Junior, long time no see!" Beth gushed. Frank tried to cover up one neck bolt with a hand but it wasn't very subtle. Beth just kept rambling on as Frank spilled the punch.
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11select Michelin starred restaurants in disputed border territiories of Europe like Catalonia or the Balkans. When I regurgitated my Oeufs a la Bonne Femme onto her lap, Dame Whitty
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12what the purveyor labeled "The Matter of the Minions" but was really just a timesnap of Lady Bargemore's maid purchasing a bolt of cloth. Moodle's Past Grabber had missed a more in
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13afflicted with the unmentionable problem neither of them mentioned. Mr Butterworth massaged the flour into the massive turkey while she stuffed the turkey even more. The oven raged