FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10I could count on my wife for understanding. At the meet with P. my cell rang. It was her:"So, Baby, a mermaid?" The tinkle of smashing glass. The sound of my pet's labored breaths.
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11the differences between metaphor and the literal scope." "As in," he retorted, "I'm being figuratively henpecked by you, and literally by Sigmund's chicken." Sigmund smiled slyly.
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10a wondrous ability - he could regenerate lost limbs and so of course he grew another tail. The gods would not like it, but that was too bad. Butch yelped and leapt toward Tum-Tums
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11concentrated ammonium nitrate was slightly beyond the orbit of Uranus. Capt. Shistrome's job was to plough Planet Diarrhea out into the Kuiper belt where it would get sucked into
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10"Tell me," one cried, "can you play the old dusty accordion?" No Rupert said, as he always said. "No, it's not mine. I carry it for old times. And still I must speak in rhymes." A