FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I thought she looked out of place but I couldn't think why. She'd wrapped her skirt around her legs & was humming a tune. It was her hair which was wrong and I realised that she -
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/but heart beating drums drive us to profess/ the love I've come to confesss/ it is no illusion or figment of imagination/ it is just a script for humanity's perpetuation. -
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I looked down. -ETA?-. I typed -Can't text. Driving.- I looked up just before impacting an oak tree at 65 mph. I had neither a seatbelt nor a windshield but a large gust of wind -
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Madge understood alright...understood that Mr. Butterworth was freakin' out of his freakin' mind if he thought she'd really do that. She nodded anyway. "Sure!" Then Madge stuffed a -
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ed his crotch and did a little Michael Jackson move as he headed out to collect the cow eggs. At least he thought they were cow eggs. They made lousy omelets, but were plentiful.