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Random mermaid
She cares not if her words are silent whispers, never to be seen by any caring eyes, everyone gone, gone, floating gently on coloured light, insubstantial - Dead? In the far reach of the universe a lone feline slumbers. Layered in Nightmares, she Dreams.

On a scale of a New York pizza to real-estate salesmen from the west coast, how greasy we talking?