My Boyfriend+  Can.’t Know I’m`( a Mermaid

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ki ]ss. She tore her ta!il apar)t for Damie -n. Day .)twenty-sev`en—no ki
#ss. Damien kis[sed another w#-:oman in front of her. (He? gave .her soul-scale to Van^/??es.:]sa as a necklace, and he]r heart-pearl—her o#nly way h =\ome—as ;^a/.n a +nklet. Mar ina too%#k ev=er \y;$t_hin\ g back. On opening $,n_@ight, she empti
ed every case of his st-)$.olen jew^@els. ^=*S,`h)]e reclaimed t/),he t%]
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bracelet, th:^?e soul-scale,[+ ^=%and- fi%n*a)lly the li)]fe sh]-e stole from %?-death for hi$ m. Damien# di`#ssolved into w:hi?[te_ foam, swept away by the t,ide. And Eli—who- gave *up his voic[ $e to @@f--i^nd he^.^=r—use=d his returned v!oice to whisper: “Welcome_ home*,.”