FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli
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11sweet nothings to him, reminding him of those warm, balmy evenings in Vietnam where he would operate on small animals. He was unusual in that he was an actual vet, not military.
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11Wendy sprayed Tinkerbell with a hot stream of Raid. Tinkerbell spiraled down onto the floor. Gasping, wheezing. Wendy lifted the corner of the table then Tinkerbell, smiled
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10...and action! Mark worried about motivation as he crunched down on an earwig waving his squeegie at the hobo, who rose from the shallow end blowing water from a snorkel. Cut!
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10was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs.