Fish-Fu

On my fourth birthday I got a goldfish as a present. He came with one of those standard round fishbowls and I promptly named him "Harry." I was very attentive towards Harry and in return he would gnaw the tip of my pinky when I dangled it in the water.
He lived for nearly five years, a fact I was very proud of and felt compelled to tell anyone who would listen. One adult who I had told this to had decided it was wrong for me to be deluded and explained that my fish had not in fact survived for so long but had likely died five or six times and my parents had replaced him with an identical fish while I was sleeping or something.

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