FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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turkey full of mashed potatoes and preheated the oven to 450 degrees fahrenheit. She carefully measured out two cups of flour and handed them to Mr. Butterworth, who was still -
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the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again. -
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"Tell me," one cried, "can you play the old dusty accordion?" No Rupert said, as he always said. "No, it's not mine. I carry it for old times. And still I must speak in rhymes." A -
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I had a lot to think about. I shouldn't have left Cheyenne, I decided, pushing the shells around thoughtfully. I realized I had subconsciously spelled out a message in the sand: -
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The button felt fabric across his face as Jen's fingers pulled him through the hole. He felt himself falling to the floor as she tossed her blouse in a heap. The button thought