FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11pomegranate. When I opened the door there was what appeared to be a small ruby in the bottom of the immaculate self-cleaning oven. "Holy shnikies!" I exclaimed. My uncle was a jewe
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10never really saw wearing anything but baggy sweat pants and a Merry Maids smock. I fantasized about the elastic band in her pants becoming too loose. Jan knew, so my coffee was
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14turkey full of mashed potatoes and preheated the oven to 450 degrees fahrenheit. She carefully measured out two cups of flour and handed them to Mr. Butterworth, who was still
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12George continued, "Who suffered a case of glaucoma. So he went to the doc, and...and..." George stopped, stumped in the Limerick Battle. The crowd booed. George suddenly smiled
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11I hated my twin brother because he reminded me of myself. I hated myself. So then, I also hated him. Which meant that I also hated myself. It was a vicious cycle.