FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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A Poem About My Mother - Humble,sweet,but often dreary/My mother is a soulless fairy/Beneath her lips,color of cherry/Three blackened teeth,a tongue so hairy/ -
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right into a Puerto Rican family reunion. That was just mean. Three days later my Aunt Gracy skipped town with the sparkling jewels. She was in Prague, selling them to a fence -
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-ed chasing after the boulder because shrugging caused him to lose his grip on it. Then Atlas shrugged and the boulder bounced and landed right on top of the
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clown-like appearance fooled you, Ouchy! I fooled ALL of you!" Bonzo jumped on his tricycle & peddled as fast as he could toward the border. "Just try & catch me!" Ouchy radioed in -
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n-stained Cheetos-orange fingers protruding like tens of points of bright light in the night's approach. I refused to die. By will alone I raised up, grasped a pilgrim and asked