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Mermaid Fascination

Mermaid Fascination Put a sea-shell to your ear and hear the storm that blew and the call from the mermaid you met when wading along the shores of Peru. The tail thing is a myth because I met her late in the evening in a pink room perfumed to cover for the odour of beery men, who live in dread of dentists. She was glad to see me and I seeing her, although not at this place, yet she took an hour off her busy schedule and we made love without haste.

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