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1 " Sure enough the goldfish was swimming upside down, its boggle eyes wide and staring, its fins flapping madly at its sides. Brandon felt like the fish looked. He was anxious over how Lewis knew he was a vet and the address of the practice he worked at."I don't think it has vertigo, Lewis." A professional approach was all he could think of. "Has it ever done this before?""He. He's not an 'it' and his name is Fluffles. I'd appreciate it if you referred to Fluffles by his name rather than a generic term demeaning him into nothing more than an object devoid of gender." Lewis cocked his head, staring unblinking. "Fluffles is a beloved pet. I demand you show him respect!""Ooookaaaay." Brandon pressed his lips together and released them with a loud pop. "Has Fluffles ever done this before?""Don't know." Lewis peered into the bag. "I've only had him forty-five minutes. "
― Zathyn Priest , Left of Centre