Finished Folds (1—10)
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6Or at least, not the way I do. Most people only think they know Mr. Jack Squat, but I've known the man my whole life. By day he is a charismatic entrepreneur, but by night he makes
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6"It is dead now," Adam assured me, one of his hands resting heavily on my shoulder. I wasn't so sure. "Are... are you positive?" I couldn't make myself look away from the
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5danced, my jokes made the audience laugh heartily. My performance was so good that the audience never ceased laughing. In some forgotten theater, they remain chortling to this day.
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3For George, the rehearsal just felt... off. He approached the lead actress hesitantly. "Um, this is Les Miserables, right?" "Uh, no, dude. This is Miserable Lesbians." She looked a
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4It is rather difficult to create a Folding Story that has any kind of coherent plotline. This is for obvious reasons, but also because all of the
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4chortled heartily- rather odd, as his heart was supposedly all shriveled and black. I complied reluctantly, bringing him all my family's crops. We would starve this winter.
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5were actually just makeup, so it was hard to read their expressions, but clearly my flatulence did not make them want to set me free... I had to try another method. This time, I br
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3"Sounds delicious!" I exclaimed, and began to dig in ravenously. This would prove to be my downfall, as I died horribly not long after. My last words were, "Tell George that I have
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6The man beside me picked up a burger, chewed, and swallowed. Soon, that burger was gone. Then, another. And another. After the fourth or so, I began to wonder if he would ever
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3tor. The bag was quite drab, ugly fabric adorned by many dead fish stapled to it. Aghast, he looked away to focus on the task at hand, though the smell continued to assail him. In