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“Atlantis? Sirens? I don't know if I believe it yet or if I think you're spinning the biggest story I've ever heard, and I'd be a fool to fall for it." They didn't have anything to add to that, but one more question popped in my head. "Does this come with a tail?" Nikkos frowned. "Tail?" "Mermaids?" I asked, a tiny four-year-old of me hopeful. "No mermaid tails, I'm afraid." Caspian chuckled. "Rip-off," I muttered. "All the trouble this voice has caused me, and I don't even get a magical tail.”

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Book:Dirty Lying Sirens
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