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Yesterday, my family set out to a local fish vendor in Cogon to replenish our supply of aquarium fish. We did this because all of the aquarium's previous inhabitants have slowly died out, reducing the dynamic hotbed of aquatic life that was our aquarium to a depressing glass enclosure of wet decorative stones. So yeah, our fish all died. But this is not to suggest that we are bad fish owners, for they all seem to have passed of natural causes... Except maybe for the last guy. The last of the goldfish had inexplicably lost its will to live. It spent its final days stagnant at the bottom of the aquarium, somberly awaiting death instead of happily floating around in the water as goldfish are wont to do. It's pretty sad. And what's sadder is that after it died, the water in the aquarium was emptied, leaving just a pile of small stones, which mosquitoes apparently enjoyed laying their eggs in. Gross. Anyway! Proceeding with the story. The fish vendor lady in Cogon kept he