I love fish. Everything about fish, in water. I have goldfish and a betta in my apartment. My betta is my favorite. There is something special, magical about fish. But when they are out of water, (like when I accidentally poured my beta onto my desk instead of into his bowl) It scares me to death.
I don't really know why. Maybe because I think of them not being able to breath, because my lungs get caught in my throat and I freeze, and it is very hard for me to help my suffering friends out.
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