My goldfish Next died yesterday. I came home to find him sunk to the bottom of the bowl, motionless, deceased. Next was seriously the coolest, spazziest goldfish ever. He was my friend.
I know, I know, how lame that sounds. Goldfish are supposed to be complete ciphers as pets - they aren't supposed to have personalities.
Next was different. He was a total freak, and I was very fond of him. If you waved at the bowl he would point at you with his nose and wiggle all around. If you were even in the same room as him you could see him following you around with his eyes.
He was my friend. Rest in peace in that big bowl in the sky, Next, you lovable galoot.
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I know, I know, how lame that sounds. Goldfish are supposed to be complete ciphers as pets - they aren't supposed to have personalities.
Next was different. He was a total freak, and I was very fond of him. If you waved at the bowl he would point at you with his nose and wiggle all around. If you were even in the same room as him you could see him following you around with his eyes.
He was my friend. Rest in peace in that big bowl in the sky, Next, you lovable galoot.
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