FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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33once de Leon Blvd., Miami, FL. [Sharp intake of breath] "That's my old address! What a coincidence, Mr., uh, Bates, is it? [Silence] "Mr. Bates? Was it a showerknife you needed?"
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123. Neosporin for my paper cuts from licking all the mint flavor off the stamp.
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10for peddling in a school zone, which would triple the penalty. "Now my dear, Han," she announced diabolically, "you are all mine." Suddenly, a large, furry arm appeared from above
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13his future as a superstar Folder seemed to dwindle with every passing second. "You can still finish this, just concentrate!" a faint voice in his epilepsy-wracked brain told him.
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17My puppet master yanked my strings to and fro. One moment he or she, I think I prefer a she, has plopped me on the divan watching hours and hours of Antique Roadshow and the next I