FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12not allowed to hang out with you anymore. "So?" I asked angrily, forcing all 9 of them to look me in the eye. "So" Lola snapped, "we're not going to either!" "What?" I was hurt and
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10. He raised a hand to the welt in astonishment. He pointed behind me. I followed his finger. He tapped my shoulder. I put my palm to my nose bridge avoiding his 3 stooges eye poke.
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10His file folder but he claims he doesn't know the name. He has a list of all the names, except this one. His notebook is filled with handwritten research done at night in a library
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10I triple dog dare you! The last time I heard those words were last week, when Luther dared me to eat that whole container of low-fat buttery spread. At first, it was
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12let her open a Facebook account. I could see mom tending Farmville on the internet while I was sizing coffins. She had 200 friends but I was the only one at her funeral.