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"The worst part about getting old," she said,

  • "The worst part about getting old," she said, "is forgetting things. Who are you again?" She smiled passively. "I'm James, Gran. Your grandson." He was always so patient with her.
  • "Anyway, Gran, as you're all alone in this big house, I thought you might like a friend." He placed a fish in a fishbowl on the table. "Oh! It's beautiful, i'll name it Arnold!".
  • She gingerly lifted the goldfish bowl. "I will bake him a pie and knit a scarf." "Gran, I don't think that..." Gran glared at me "You didn't have time for me, but Arnold does."
  • And that was the beginning. Two years later, Grandma passed away & left her entire estate to Arnold. Yes, that's right. Arnold became the world's first millionaire fish. We were
  • inseparable then. He was a Arnold the millionaire goldfish and I was his personal assistant. At first it was easy, but the money and women went to Arnold's head, which forgot eveyt
  • hing we stood for. This was for the children, but Arnold could no longer recognize that. He just wanted the money to keep pouring in, to stroke his ego.
  • Arnold watched the figures of his bank account rise in the same way a teenage boy watches dirty music videos: technically okay, but with more pleasure than is socially acceptable.
  • He ran around frantically, giddy like a little schoolgirl as the money went up and up. Thousands to ten thousands. Ten thousands to millions. Loudly, he screamed "I'm gonna go buy
  • the Urantia book! Finally after all of these years i am going to read it!" His bankers who surrounded him, hoping, looked askance at him as holdings neared a billion dollops. Stock
  • -s rose and fell like mighty waves in a mal-de-mer. The bankers got sea-sick. Meanwhile he read a few pages and then put it down. "Not my cup of tea," he said. They defenestrated.

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