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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span><b>You Can’t Hug a Goldfish </b></span></p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span><b>By Gammy</b></span></p><span><br /></span><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>When Gammy was seven, she asked her parents a very important question. Can we get a dog? No, dear, they said, a dog is too much work. Well, what kind of a pet can I have? Mom thought for a moment and then said, “How about a goldfish?” So Gammy’s family went to a pet store and bought two goldfish, a fishbowl, fish food, and a small net. Gammy was in charge of cleaning the fishbowl e...