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Some time ago, in an awfully gray room, in a corner so dark and so filled up with gloom, on a table just barely four legs and a plank, sat one gallon of water in a tiny glass tank. And inside that water a goldfish was swimming, pondering glumly the life he was living. And in that glass tank on that old wobbly table is where we begin this odd fish-wishy fable
