Kyrielan
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He was in a 10-gallon tank that he had been in for almost a year. He was about 5 inches in length. He had the tank all to himself. He even made it through being moved once when the house fumigated.
Oscars may be hard to kill, but they can commit s*****e. I had a very large one that I had trained, and I loved him a whole bunch. One summer, when I was 17, I went away for 3 weeks, and my mom was taking care of him. The day I came home, on the way home from the train station she told me Oscar jumped out of his tank and died. She guessed he must have missed me and didn't think I was coming back.
This takes me back to my elementary school days between grades 4 and 6. I was a very skinny female and the boys always bullied me calling me names. I didn't like it very much and whenever I would catch them out on the field during recess I would beat them senseless. I might have been skinny and they might have been bigger than me, but I rarely fought fairly. Spent a lot of time in the principal's office. Once beaten they didn't bully me any more and became my friend instead.

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