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I was twenty nine years old. I loved Shiori so much, I had all the merchandise and LPs. I'd pray to Shiori every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Shiori is love", I would say, "Shiori is life". My mom hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew she was just jealous for my devotion of Shiori. I called her a dick. She slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Shiori. I'm so happy. She whispers in my ear, "This is my library". She grabs me with her fingerless gloves, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Shiori. She penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shiori. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against her force. I want to please Shiori. She bites my ear, as she fills my butt with her love. My mom walks in. Shiori looks her straight in the eye, and says, "He is coming, and I am here.". Shiori leaves through my window. Shiori is love. Shiori is life.
