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![]() Does anyone have this.
I dread coming home from work every day to find out "what's happened now." For the first time in two weeks I was excited to come home because I finally had gotten the nerve to try a new fish and took him home. And I came home to find out that he swam into the anemone and suffered so much injuries he could not recover. Anytime I get just a little tiny bit ahead, I am smacked right back down. I can't think of the last time I thought I was having fun in this hobby. I can't take it anymore. I hate this
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-- Tony My next hobby will be flooding my basement while repeatedly banging my head against a brick wall and tearing up $100 bills. Whee! |