I was very afraid to lose his friendship

I was very afraid to lose his friendship but I had to be brave and sort things out.
This was not to be an easy folding story to start, but they seem to get better as they develop, until line ten. That's often the best line of all, I have noticed. This is line two!
Ofcourse in order for the story to peak at line 10, we must have a fruitful topic. I propose that we vote. Oh, wait that won't work. How about we just let random chance decide?
The chances of a meaningful folding story emerging through random chance are chancy at best. Are we willing to take that chance? Perhaps an opinion poll would do the trick?
But the chances of a random meaningful fold are slim whitman.
And yet, there was no moral end. It's not like folding stories have moral ends at all. Well, maybe one.
"When you send a sentence out into the world to be folded, you can be sure that it won't come back the way you wanted it to." I suppose that's not a very inspiring moral. Maybe:
Throwing a brick through a window isn't the best way to get a message across. Sure, it gets the people's attention, but a SWAT team response means they misinterpreted the intent.
It was just my usual welcoming shot, a sample brick of cocaine to inform the new neighbors I'm a big dawg dope dealer. But the window was closed. Kaboom! They thought I was KKK and
immediately launched a counterattack:a dozen syringes with heroin came flying my way.I could dodge a few,but caught two.The world turned pink and I began chasing infinite unicorns.

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