When they found me, they tackled me. My usual companions, little as they were deformed, partied with a Russian fish with me. The little ones moved around, but a girl kept on taking pictures with her disposable camera and hid when I saw her. Snap, tackled.
I moved from the garden and went inside the old house. I went by the terrace and saw a fish kid swimming around in a non-existent pond. I received my father's letter and gave it to the little girl, to make her happy.
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