FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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unaware that Frank had deaf Mr. Potato Head ears. He nodded politely with his bobblehead neck as he propped up his rabbit's foot, basking in the silence. He was a lucky man/thing. -
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tripping in them because once I crossed a road gnawing an undercooked spare rib slathered in mayo & didn't see a pothole. I fell, a wasp stung me, a dog licked my ear and a bear -
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a reasonable amount, and a place to hang their hat, and a hat they like enough to actually wear, and friends who do not make fun of their hat, and a hobby collecting things that -
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eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived. -
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nished with a fleeting modicum of enjoyment before my tentacular acquaintance squeaked the final invocation that would collapse all existence. I mustered my sympathy and said,