Twittering tale #79





Surfacing, I turned over and lazily stretched my arms. Only then did I hear an excited chattering. Looking round I was confronted by a strange looking creature with four heads pointing weapons towards me. I dived once more in fear. We mermaids are a nervous race. 261c.


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