Bekah Hubstenberger

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He could see tiny shrimp moving in the mermaid’s hair, white, eyeless things no more than an inch in length, claws picking at the strands, cleaning them, grooming them. No simple hairbrushes or shell combs for this creature; like all that lived in the sea, it had found biological solutions to its needs.
Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)
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