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My First Fish
When I was young, mom bought me a fish. How did she know, it was my only wish? I watched him all day, completely in awe. My friends came on over, to see what I saw. Mom told me to clean, his bowl down the hall, But failed to tell me, not to use Pine-Sol. This was a contest entry for "The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest"
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