"I'll name him Blue!" My six year old self yelled cheered. That was the name of my first, radiant blue, beta fish. I talked to him all day about my feelings and boy problems, he became my ultimate companion. There was one day, I'll never forget. It was a nice summer day, all was well, but later that day I opened my door to a murder scene. Water was spilled, Blue's fish bowl was on the ground, it was just horrid. My cat stood in front of me, paws soaked in water.
"She was just jealous..." I sighed.
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