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Greek Myth: Zeus Wants Me to Be His/Her (XXXX)????? - Chapter 12: The Fishing Rod Incident
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... sun warmed Eros’s skin just right.
Wearing a straw hat, Eros sat cross-legged on the deck, a fishing rod in hand.
It had already been three or four days since he set sail. Sometimes the wind carried him forward; sometimes, he had to row with sheer effort.
The excitement he’d felt at the beginning had gradually faded into boredom after so much drifting.
There were no waves, no storms, no sirens singing from the rocks, not even strange and fantastical seascapes.
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