One of our office fish died today. His name was Wedge, named after Wedge Antilles, and he was my fish. I normally wouldn’t have gotten a fish from Walmart, but his little plastic bowl was half empty and the water was so dirty, I couldn’t tell what color he was. I seriously considered stealing him. But I knew I couldn’t leave him there.
I’m honestly surprised he lasted this long, given the condition he was in when I found him. But he was a tough, hardy little thing.
I’ll miss him.
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