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sexual fantasy story of Yui Misaki :
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Cruncher had a way with words, could be
excruciatingly descriptive when the mood moved him. Looking
at the creamed corn puddled on his tray, he had grumbled
"Dog vomit" and pretty well killed anyone else's enjoyment
of the food, if there had been anyone else at the table
with an iron stomach who could have eaten and enjoyed such
a poor meal. When he had almost finished his meal, leaving
the creamed corn, Cruncher loudly proclaimed, "This is the
only goddamn place I know where they buy army-surplus canned
leftovers.
Bert hadn't been able to eat much, a combination of lack
of appetite and no great desire to get sick on the food.
He said, "Hey, Crunch, could we talk for a couple of minutes?
In private?"
"Sure, kid. Always glad to help you out."
The giant shoved his chair back, and Bert trailed after
his letterjacket clad friend. They went outside and sat
down on t
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