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fantasy story of Kei Saori :
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cause I am truly repulsed, physically, by overweight females.
(Don't take this as sexist, please; I suppose that the vast majority of
women are repulsed by overweight males, too.) That made it easy to be a
friend to Kei's , to be a confident and, occasionally, an advisor --
because I knew I'd never be tempted to hit on Kei's and Kei Saori could sense
that I was safe.
As time passed, Kei Saori would sometimes call me late at night, after
her strict (Old Country Polish) mother had already turned in. Kei Saori knew
that I stayed up late and l encouraged Kei's to call. There was something
fragile about Kei's . Kei Saori needed a friend, a man whose interests weren't
confined to fucking Kei's , or who -- like me -- wasn't at all interested
in fucking Kei's . Considering Kei's weight, that was no problem for me.
After Kei Saori left the donut store, sometimes we'd bump into each
other. More often than not, it was at the local video store. We'd chat a
bit while we walked as far as my corner (she liv
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