



Fishing with Poseidon
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I was lying on the beach at the camp, when a giant, reddish wave sucked me into the sea, I blacked out and woke up a few hours later, inside my father's palace. The old sailor came to me with the idea of a "father and son moment", and the chosen moment was fishing. Okay, that's cool and all, and I really wanted to spend time with my dad, but he's a god, and he'd probably be up to something. Just like I'm sure we're going to screw ourselves and hear a spade of sermons and other little things from the other gods, especially Zeus. Or is it not?
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Profil ansehenAinda espero o homem louco na caixa azul para me levar pelo espaço e tempo. E tento respirar nesse mar de paixões platôn...
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