FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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differently talented fruits of the forest. The fruits gathered for the recording of 'Sweep Dreams'. The effing and blinding, the consumption of strong lager, the pungency alone -
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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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as a pinch. But who's counting? As long as we're counting, they're 1760 yards in a mile? But if someone gives ya an inch, ya can't take a mile. Unless ya walk a mile in their shoes -
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barrongly. Fagan kathunk as the townspeople perped their firnbats and consroted towards him. "Hey, what's the big tichle?" he carked half-wartedly. They however just kept -
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Most of the shoppers had pepper spray as well. Some lady with her bottom bulging out of her stretch pants fired white phosphorous from a bazooka. The shoppers trampled the Occupy