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From the vaults: Kevin the Fucked-Up Goldfish

He hung there, floating in the murky water thinking fishy thoughts. He was Kevin the Fucked-Up Goldfish. His tank sat on top of the fridge filled with cigarette butts, beer bottle tops, a little red Lego man, gravel from the

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