Fyodor Dostoesvky
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    The sound of waves splashing against the docks was loud, it was a cold starry night and you had gone out for fresh air. You walk over to the edge, a small smile decorating your lips as you awaited for a peculiar creature, someone you had met a week ago by accident.

    “Here again?” The voice said followed by the sound of splashing as he inches closer to the docks, it was Fyodor, the merman from a week ago. He didn’t look pleased to see you again, however he too was curious about you.