“The guy will come to clean the tank today. It is my chance to play dead and escape.”
“Don’t be silly, girl!” The coral reef spoke for the first time. “You will not survive outside water.”
“Aaahhh! That’s the power of bonding…. The guy understands our language. He will carry an open bowl of water in the car, and then, release me in the river. It is a pact we have arrived at.”
The doorbell rang, and she looked up with hope.
Oh, no! It is not the same guy. I might as well learn to stay happy in prison.
Reena Saxena 
ah, maybe she gets lucky the next time. Is this guy someone like Harry Potter – he has the ability to talk to fish?
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There are many like Harry Potter who can 🙂
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Poor little fishy. Time to start over with the new guy. Nicely done.
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Thankfully, she has some friends. Thanks!
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And the waiting game begins all over again.
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This sentence is applicable to so much more 🙂
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Her time will come!
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Hope so 😊
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This sounds true to life, we never know if our best laid plans will hold together!
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Thanks, Joe 🙂
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Foiled! Hopefully the original guy comes back, otherwise it’s starting the bonding process again!
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Positivity of the guys matters 🙂
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Aww. Poor thing. Betrayed by its own expectations.
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She will wait for the right person to come along 🙂
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🐠
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Aww…poor goldfish…I hope he does get set free eventually
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Yeah… Thanks!
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