Poseidon's daughter.
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Last published Wed, Nov 6, 2013
"You'd think I'm the girl, the girl who has everything"~ The little mermaid. Well that's not entirely true. I don't have a father, I don't have siblings, I don't have "gadgets and gismos of plenty". But I have a nice house on the ocean and my mother. That's enough for me. I love the water, I've always been fond of it. I don't know why I just have. The ocean is a beautiful sight, really. I love to sit outside and watch the sun set glimmer on the oceans waves. I was perfectly content with my life just as it was. Just my mom and me, that is until someone decided to stop by for a rather overdue visit.
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