Out of the Frying Pan

I was nearly out of oxygen when I emerged, gasping, into the sea cave. Dark spots swam across my field of vision, but when I blinked, the woman was still there. “Are you a mermaid?” I asked. “A #naga,” she replied. “What’s the difference?” “Mermaids don’t bite.” #366FF

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