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What are stories? Are stories fairytales? Are they jokes that we tell each other for amusement or bragging rights? Are they really true or are most of them products of an overactive imagination?

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What are stories? Are stories fairytales? Are they jokes that we tell each other for amusement or bragging rights?

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What are stories? Are stories fairytales? Are they jokes that we tell each other for amusement or bragging rights?

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