I think that I’ve had it wrong and that I am not the one with the fishing pole, but rather I am a fish trying to be caught. And the fishers pulled me up, had a look, and decided I was too scrawny and threw meback.

must be atastierlookingfish.

(apologiesforthe sporadicspacing.thespacebardoesn’tworkonthispubliccomputer)

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