FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10Wait a minute. That's not vanilla icing. Rachel had been at my donuts again; I could tell. "Rachel, I found your cold cream!" I yelled upstairs. Mrs. Huxtable sauntered into the
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11that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew.
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36his air valve was covered in lipstick. At last she rose and left her beloved inner tube to lie peacefully. And she promised herself she would never tire again.
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14-tally, but were certainly the focus of my body odor, which seemed to also serve as my body armor. As the zombies approached, I bore my armpits at them, and they shrank away
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11manchus blowing in the breeze. Steve envied Sharon's red-golden fu, the way the light caught it and seemed to dance within it. His own dark black fu was now shot with grey, and