I had a great relationship with them before things went sour. I was stuck in my novel, so I joined a writing group. They had thirty events a month and I dove in head first. I didn't realize how much I'd neglected my fish until I went to feed them and saw, shockingly, six were floating belly up. Only a baby fish remained.
It stopped circling and gave me the fish eye. I was filled with guilt. I had created an orphan.
I rushed to my therapist. After all the progress, I was back to square one. Authorities are investigating. I may lose the baby to a more responsible adult.
My novel is still going nowhere.
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