Oh it’s you again. I rejected the sardine, now you’re back with an underweight sea bass. There’s no fish you can bring that will alter me. I won’t gaze at the aggressive squint in your eyes. I don’t like your nervy reach. I don’t want the parched smell of your skin or the tautness of your hair. You are not of the sea, you just acquire it. Go away and leave my slippery mind.
Erica De Mane 
sooo good!
Sarina,
It’s good because it’s out there.
I admire your taciturns of phrase…
Dear Gluttonforlife.
Thank you.
How does she know?
She can tell by his smell.