The next morning a man came and we told him our whole story.

Look, old man, you have pretty much told me the whole story over the years.

He was the only one to know the whole story.

For all she knew, he could have made up the whole story.

And she had a right to know the whole story.

Might as well let them know the whole story, he thought.

I told the whole story to him and his little book.

Whether they got better is a whole different story for one reason.

He told them the whole story, from beginning to end.

He told me the whole story and asked what I would do.