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I pressed my face against the glass, watching the fish swim past

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I pressed my face against the glass, watching the fish swim past. I sighed, looking up at mother I said, "Why do we live down here underwater mother? Why don't we live up on land?" Her face darkened. Turning away from me, she messed with the sleeve of her dress, "There is no land left, no where. Don't ask ever again alright? " With that, she walked up to the house and went inside. I looked up towards to top of our little dome. There had to be land somewhere right?

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