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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Mari Okada :
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ad asked. "I
wouldn't have eyes."
"True," he'd replied. "But you will be able to feel what
the image in front of you is, and since the image in front
of you is one that you already have a picture of in your
mind, you will be able to see. People who are not
congenitally blind can still see light in their dreams even
after their eyes stop working." He had grinned at this. "I
know this for a fact. I don't wear my glasses when I'm
dreaming."
But that eyebrow shape is so strange, Mari Okada thought, and I
really shouldn't have my mouth open like that. Oh gawd, look
at those zits. Mind you, he's right. I do have nice tits...
Agoraphobia swept through Mari's with hurricane-like
intensity. Mari Okada shot up, bolt upright, biting Mari's finger and
looking around he
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