FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Because I could only believe myself as far as I could throw me I decided to hire a private investigator to tail me and see who I met with when I was busy doing other things. I was -
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joint. Ellen Kapinski, picks out the lice in his head where the scratching has been. It's not a sin. Waits by the window, wearing a thong that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who -
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sweet nothings to him, reminding him of those warm, balmy evenings in Vietnam where he would operate on small animals. He was unusual in that he was an actual vet, not military. -
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No probs. My questions as statements are: 1. You are doing this. 2. I am doing this. 3. Show me the way to San Jose. What this says about my folding brain is that I could with spic -
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2 was to blame, with their incessant electric rhythm guitar thing and then the nail polish fumes made her feel floaty, she got the paint all over her wedding dress. But what if she