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>be small, petite Mel
>Mori invites herself into your flat
>the date comes, you start feeling tremors
>oh shit its's another earthquake
>the rumbling gets more intense, suddenly stops and you hear a doorbell
>open the door
>A 5′ 5″ 330 pound amazon wearing obscenely loose clothing appears outside your door
>"Yo yo Mel-senpai What's up my nigga?"
>she smells like mcdonald's, sweat, musk and natto
>she rolls into your room, lies on your couch, sweating profusely, ripping fat farts
>"yo cool place you got there Mel-senpai, got any snacks? no? that's cool" she says as she pulls out a half-finished bag of doritos "you want some? no? that's cool"
>she proceeds to eat the doritos while licking her fingers after each one and wiping them into your couch
>the entire time she throws gang sings at you and rambles about "being real and growing in the ghetto yo"
>tfw you don't even speak English and you profoundly regret your life decisions
>tfw you'd rather be molested by the manager than having to endure a minute more of this
>Mori invites herself into your flat
>the date comes, you start feeling tremors
>oh shit its's another earthquake
>the rumbling gets more intense, suddenly stops and you hear a doorbell
>open the door
>A 5′ 5″ 330 pound amazon wearing obscenely loose clothing appears outside your door
>"Yo yo Mel-senpai What's up my nigga?"
>she smells like mcdonald's, sweat, musk and natto
>she rolls into your room, lies on your couch, sweating profusely, ripping fat farts
>"yo cool place you got there Mel-senpai, got any snacks? no? that's cool" she says as she pulls out a half-finished bag of doritos "you want some? no? that's cool"
>she proceeds to eat the doritos while licking her fingers after each one and wiping them into your couch
>the entire time she throws gang sings at you and rambles about "being real and growing in the ghetto yo"
>tfw you don't even speak English and you profoundly regret your life decisions
>tfw you'd rather be molested by the manager than having to endure a minute more of this
