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I don't have a fish, but I do have a fishbowl. It's not filled with water or pebbles. Inside are small rectangles of white paper and each one has a name written on it. I don't have to read the ink to know who lives in the fishbowl. They are my fantasmitas. These little ghosts are somewhat like a fish, though. They just float in the bowl and at times I forget they are there. They watch me and sometimes I look at them. I feed them every oncein awhile. They take up space and I don't like to think of them for too long because they are trapped in a fishbowl and that makes me feel bad. I never thought so many people could fit into a bowl made for a fish.