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| sexual fantasy story of Mei Miura : |
| boots scuffing in the dirt of the path. There are several forks. Each time you come to one, you pick the one least traveled. When you come to the park fence, you carefully mark the location. You slip outside, out of bounds. After climbing a high hill, you get your bearings ... and head outward towards a clearing next to a small cliff. When you arrive, you feel like you are |