Someone near and dear to me loves to load my fridge with blues and was very put out when I asked him not to catch bluefish for me. That I'd prefer that he didn't kill them at all if he wasn't going to keep them. He looked at me like he was gutshot. When I tried to explain that if I wanted bluefish, I'd catch my own, it only made things worse. But I don't have a puddle of fishblood in the bottom of my fridge anymore.
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