How could their plans to cure their loneliness go so wrong and end up so right?
Alternate Summary:
They're just here to have a whale of a time because they were mermade for each other.
It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did.
Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed.
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