Last night when I tucked Ariana in, there were two goldfish. A fat whitish colored, very aggressive one. And an orange one. The orange one was barely moving or eating yesterday. I assumed today it would be following in the footsteps of the other fish and going to potty heaven. Where the good fishes go
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