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So, ya, a little over a year ago when Dave and I started going out I bought him a fish. A small fish. It lived in a small tank. Then it grew... and grew... and grew... and now it lives in a 20-gallon tank. He's big. He's fishy. He's Phil. I hate to say it, but we've both grown quite attached to the fish. He's like a big scaly dog that lives in a tank. More importantly, he's doing a lot better than the tree we bought a few weeks back. The tree is dead. The fish swims on. :) Continue reading "FishyFishyFishy"