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>move out of my parents house and, living off SSI, move all over the country for the next six years, seeking the girl of my destiny
>during that time, think constantly what she is like, what her name is, and other unknown details
>regularly performing elaborate rituals, and worship, involving the crotch of the tattered remains of the pants of hers I bought so long ago, where her magic panty-clad snatch once rested in harmony
>at last feel she and i are near, my search is coming to an end
>guided by instinct and driven by love, I walk straight to the local university, where I followed the people like clues from class to class, struggling to find out where they live in order to glimpse them at home, in the evening, when they might be identifiable as my Goddess by the type of relaxed attire She prefers
>Dorm #277's door opens and a heavenly light casts down on me in the bushes by the window, and an angel emerging from within, humming
>our eyes locked, she lift my black leather trench coat to expose her ragged lounge pants, and says she knew I was the one
