FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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headed for the river it was a solemn day for both of us. I could see she was torn between kindly reluctance and expectant exuberance. Jenny turned and said in her new rhino voice, -
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the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe -
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eren't turned on by her hair bun, her glasses, her sailor's tongue or her judgmental stance. But when Valetta asked if they'd like another beer with their beer, well, no man could -
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Every year on Halloween Eve you can hear the hobgoblins haunting the butcher section of most grocery stores. "Give us back our bellies," they moan. It's not a good day to buy meat.
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I phase in and out of reality on my living room couch. I grab the edge of the coffee table and then take an unexpected tumble onto the shag carpet. This trash can may look small,