As far as I'm concerned, Clint was way tooooo attached to those fish that were in your tank at the show. If it hadn't been for Cliff's fishy soft spot, I would have truly been "Fisheries Stocking Consultant, Arlington TX Wyndham Hotel."
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
