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Wet Suicide

Sunday, August 13, 2006

(sorry for the dumb title)

Today, when I woke up and happened to look at the floor, I saw that one of my fish was on the ground.  And it was dead.  And it was also dried, it looked like one of those dried fish you find at oriental supermakets.
 
A moment of silence for the little guy.

(no, i do not have cats.  The fish has been nipping violently at the water for a few days so I guess last night he nipped too hard and popped out.  oh well.)

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