FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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-d into the motel across the street from the tree so he could keep an eye on it for replies. Finally, after three years, an old hippie broad tore the faded paper down and threw it -
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came on as a headwind and inexplicably decelerated me to result in only a slight 'bump' into the tree. An acorn gingerly fell onto the hood of my car and rolled down to driver's si -
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I opened the window again. It wasn't too bad after all. I got used to worse things in the past. A cup of hot coffee would make it all better... -
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speckled flycatcher I just saw whizzing by the plane?" I said to the navigator. He looked away and I clocked him atop his head with the fire extinguisher. No more weed for him. -
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that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew.