A whale's back. It is erotic. Image via WikipediaCall my Ishmael. It isn't my name, but the change will do me good.
The whale took Max some days ago. As is always the case, it lured him into a van with the promise of sweets. I followed the trail for days, losing the hump-backed kidnapper when he entered the ocean. Overhearing the gossip of fishermen in a seaside tavern, I picked up the beast's scent again yesterday and headed into the tempest brewing off-shore.
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You never taught Max not to take candy from strange whales?
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