FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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sharpening my butter knife. They'll pay. They'll all pay! As soon as my dog walker walked into my apartment condo, I lunged at him like an Olympic fencer. He somehow parried it -
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. A young Tibitian looked at the silver tea pot and saw his reflection distorted. The kettle whistled and he hastily prepared oolong for the Dalai Lama. Elsewhere, a man dreamed. -
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This pleased the Grammar Police, who let her family go after mild syntax injections. She breezed through college, becoming First Lady of Linguistics. Her family was very proud. -
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understand why you continue to cling to your mother." "I don't cling to my mother." he said testily. "Not literally," his wife replied. "But figuratively, you do. Sigmund explained -
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"This is exactly what I wanted! Thanks Santa!" I put on the luxuriously soft underpants, sighing contentedly. Maybe this Christmas wouldn't suck after all.