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| fantasy story of Ayaka Sayama : |
| ter disbelief, mouth agape. "I'll be back for you at five," Ayaka Sayama said. "HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?" I yelled in a hushed voice. "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???" "You'll think of something," Ayaka Sayama said, dropping the keys into Ayaka's cleavage. "You always do." "But suppose I have to go to the bathroom," I countered. "Don't give me that," Ayaka Sayama said. "I've seen you go for ... |