FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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sharpening my butter knife. They'll pay. They'll all pay! As soon as my dog walker walked into my apartment condo, I lunged at him like an Olympic fencer. He somehow parried it -
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"Why are you always Russian around everywhere? Why do you raid the fridge every time you are Hungary? Iran when I was tired, but you have too much energy." My history professor was -
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. Sister Emma & I sat side-by-side in the Nevermore cafe, chatting about whether consuming caffeine could be considered a venial sin, when I felt her foot slide up my pant leg. -
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Horrible, no good, dirty-rotten, son-of-a-biscuit
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meaning that any kind of pan really made me hot. Cast Iron Skillets really got me cooking. I left my girlfriend for a sauce pan once. Pots, no way. Any pot turns me off.