FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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he split his pants down the inseam in third grade in front of the entire class, showing the group what "he spied," along with his backend (true story). So, the attention-grabber -
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he found exactly what he was looking for. The name stared back to him from the store across the narrow street. "Olivander's wands," read a creaky sign. He had found it. -
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was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs. -
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right into a Puerto Rican family reunion. That was just mean. Three days later my Aunt Gracy skipped town with the sparkling jewels. She was in Prague, selling them to a fence
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smells in the fruit basket. And do you really wanna be stuck in that fruit basket? I don't think you do, the speaker shouted. I had to get out of this class. I interrupted by