FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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was wearing a really big bonnet and didn't notice I had substituted a robotic facsimile of yours truly with the knob set to 'canoodle'. My robot twin was complimenting her bashful -
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said, with a strange sudden pair of speaking lips. Everyone gasped. "Aw dont be so shocked, that elbows just sayn wut we're all thinking!" ...said his neck. Thus began the horror. -
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and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli -
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afflicted 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
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must have seen my cry for help. Just one? I close my eyes and lean back against the cool glass, contemplating the ultimate futility of life, love, and social media.