FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10So it didn't really matter if I did terrible things or respectable things or who I did it for. What mattered was that my bank account got big enough for me to move to my dream home
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16stood there for a moment before Sarah Jane threw cold water on it, melting it back into the hole from whence it came. He blushed, complained that it was cold and the covered the
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10Pinch me! Slap me! Tickle my spot!
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10The woman sporting a grey parka, the hood pulled snugly over her head, exposing only a pair of shades, walked into the bank, lingered and loitered long enough to make other bankers
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11She jabbed at the tripe and scoured at it. He merely sighed in ecstasy. She stared at the pig knuckles in paralyzed terror. He merely gazed at her perfect face.