FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10of all the secrets that passed between the two, my dog and our newly hired dog walker. I knew they spoke of my manuscripts, my failed manuscripts. I watched from the window,
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11, and Mollie a year later from inhaling stray cotton fibers (she refused to die of such an obscure malady before Jonas's passing). Alas, as I trudged through life, I could only
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16Shambalabala, grinned toothily."You tell 'em, Buddy," he said softly with just the right amount of softness. SuperBuddy spun his prayer wheel while the robbers watched, mesmorized
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10es of sweat and tears. "What do you mean 'no caffeine'?" A mob of irate customers torched the cafe. Herbal scented smoke and fire enveloped it, leaving behind singed tea bags.
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10He rubbed his goatee peering at her black leotard over his espresso. She grabbed his beret and flung it. "You just hate me because I want to dig the world always!" Beatniks were