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If I were a fish

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“If I were a fish,” she said, “I think I’d still have feelings.”

“Why the fuck would you even want to be a fish?” He laughed, taking quick bites of his burger.

“Why not? Spending the day swimming around, it’d be like permanent scuba diving.” She pushed her plate aside and sat back, sipping from the iced tea in her hand. The day was bright, with a slight breeze keeping them cool as they sat out in the patio of the restaurant.

“You’d be a fucking fish. Why not a shark, or a whale? You’d just get eaten. Who cares if you have feelings.”

He rolled his eyes and picked up his phone, his focus on the screen between bites. She watched him quietly for a few moments until she finally shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so. You’re not a seashell, anyway.”

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