Maybe it’s nominal kinship — the tragic divide between hunter and the hunted — but I’ve always liked fish. I finally overcame my penchant for irresponsibility and adopted a betta fish this summer, adding Ezra to my family unit. Recently, I was cleaning Ezra’s tank when I found his home — a mason jar, in
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