Dennie had to agree, though she thought it a bit cruel. She suddenly felt a smooth, flat touch on her left thigh. She yelped and whirled around with her hand at her throat, then sighed when she saw that it was the neo-dolphin anthropologist, Sah’ot, who had slipped in his left pectoral fin, attempting … the Stenos gave her an uneven grin. His rough teeth shone brightly. “Shark-breath! Doggerel-rhymer!” Dennie’s heart pounded. “Go make love to an unwashed specimen bottle!” Sah’ot reared back, his eyes momentarily white-rimmed in surprise. Apparently he hadn’t expected such intensity. “Aw,
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So that THING IS hitting on her! I hope this shit gets resolved in her favor!
