Yet another never-to-be-continued fic. Anyone want it?

SeventhOne

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One hungry college student, sitting alone in a dorm room
with a phone. You know what he's gonna do, right? Yes,
it's obvious . . .

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"Hello? Hwa's Chinese Restaurant? I want a . . . What?
You don't do takeout? Oh. Uhh . . . Sorry."

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Yeah. He's gonna use the phone.

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"Hello? Pucini Pizza? This is Morisato Keiichi. I want
a . . . Oh damn. You guys don't do takeout either?
Sorry . . ."

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But today, he's gonna get lucky. God arranges these
things, you know?

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"Hello? Yamazaki Sushi? Hello?"

"Hello. This is the Goddess Relief Help Line. You have
been selected to be the recipient of this month's free
special offer. Our representative will be with you in half
an hour."

-beep-beep-beep-

"Strange. They hung up. Must've been the wrong number
or something . . ."

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And he continues calling until the dorm bell rings . . .

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"Coming . . . Oh, hi. Are you delivery? Yamazaki's?"

"Hello, Keiichi-san."

"Oh . . . Wait. How do you know my name?"

"My name is Rainko, but you can call me Bell. I'm a
representative from the Goddess Relief Club, and this is
my card. What is your greatest desire?"

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You've seen this before? Maybe . . .

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"Um . . . What's this here? Goddess Relief Club:
Professional services for gentlemen . . . Wait, is this
enjou-kousai, Bell-san?"

"Er, bluntly, yes."

"Oh my . . ."

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Ah! My Goddess!:
For the Love of a Call-Girl
An Ah! My Goddess! Alt-Universe

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