FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11ed 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.
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11But a moment later, I knew there was a chance. In three weeks I could regrow my luxurious armpit hair, braid it and bead it, and she could never top that. Hah!
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11tofurkey and bean casserole, they looked at each other, then clashed their mugs in a hearty cheer. The Ale of Valhalla's Dead sprinkled the lands of the living, except those who
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10ssed designs adorned his binders full of women. "We shall over-comb!" "Keep your stubby little hands and your hair to yourself." The teacher was not impressed.
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12She leant her forehead against his shoulder then wiped her tear stained face across his shirt. "I don't want this divorce." "We can't have everything we want, we both know that."