This morning, while in the kitchen, my son came in and said he had a dream about a pet. We continued to talk. Then he laid it on me, "Dad, can we have a pet?" I thought about it and then remembered all the times my parents disappointed me, always with the same answer, "No!" So I decided it would be different for me. I said yes! So after he got out of school and I left work, we went shopping. We searched and searched for the right pet. Eventually, shortly after dusk, we were walking home and we saw it. In this little old trailer, with a fat old hippy behind the counter, we saw the cutest pet ever. We paid for the pet and took it home. Behind us we saw a small yellow sponge interested in one of the animals. We took the pet home and named it, Fred. Little did we know, this 'cute' pet was actually a monstrous eating fish. This is where it gets hard to talk about. I can't do this. Long story short, R.I.P. Jango. My one and only son.
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