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A goldfish I say, in a sea of glass, wandering around, looking for the latest offering from my keeper. Innocently thinking I was going on an adventure, a vacation, when I was bagged up in a plastic sphere. What a pity of a dream, that I might be free to explore a new world. Alas, this circular prison is just the uselessness of that dream.
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A cute story.
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Well done.
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Thanks for reading.
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