Kirby didn’t last long.
He drifted along the bottom
of the aquarium listlessly until
he just keeled right over;
I found him on his side,
dead as a doornail.
S. didn’t want to know that
I used the salad tongs to
dredge the little fish corpse
out from the aquarium,
threatening to never eat
salad again.
Just more for me, I guess.
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So sorry about little Kirby :-(
No! Well, to be harsh, since I didn't have a chance to meet him, perhaps you didn't have time to bond. But it's sad nonetheless.
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