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I'd want to keep it and show it off and use it to wash away my inadequacies as a person, but I know it wouldn't and I'd be embarrassed thinking it could, and when it couldn't I know I'd regret killing it, and I'd look out at the night sky and know I needn't end the fish's existence to justify my own, and I'd feel grateful, blessed maybe, to have crossed paths with such a great creature, and I'd turn it free and then sit there for a long, long time.
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