There is one last sushi platter in the fridge.
One plate. 6 pieces.
...I hear it. I hear it call my name through the darkness like a mantra from the depths of hell.
"...eat me...eat meOh, how this weak soul tries to resist. Please, oh delicious sushi, spare this weak soul. She is but a young girl with many dreams and wishes, but quietly, yet
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