FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Dogs were her passion, her life. She had to try it. She could go to Harvard later. Like her mother always said "Money can wait, dreams cannot" -
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in his pantry. a wailing gobble was heard in the hall, a peck-pecking at his bedchamber & a great turkey carcass waddled in. "What are you?" cried Scrooge? "The Ghost of Thanksgiv -
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waiting at the DMV with only a Ricky Ranger or Golf magazine as company. The skin graft, though painful, was nothing compared to the next procedure. -
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if it's the last thing I do!" My wife was suddenly silent. Too silent. I looked up from my folding obsession. There she stood, nekkid & with a slingshot in one hand. "Dammit, woman -
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caramel. So I scrapped that idea or rather, ate the flan. Then I tried to teleport a flan to India. Only so many hungry mouths were there that the particles were eaten before it re