Your soul is a . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FISH.
My heart is a . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FISH.
Your mind is a . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FISH.
My spleen is a . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FISH.
Our love is a . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FISH.
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Well a girl would be crazy to pass up a guy who likes fish.
In recent days I have been adjusting my expectations downward.
Mrs. Bissage understands.
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