
“I might be hallucinating or have a brain tumor.”
How else am I supposed to explain the super-hot blue-haired man in a flamingo-printed swimsuit who appeared beside me while I was scuba diving? He could be a merman, but that doesn’t make me sound sane.
Or I might need to reexamine what sanity means and prepare for my life to turn upside down.
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