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Personal Narrative-Pixie

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Bubbles erupt from my regulator as I let out a muffled laugh. Oscar, the gentle sixty-pound Pacific octopus, suckles my fingers, tickling every nerve in my body. Suddenly, my attention is diverted to the neighboring tank. Pixie, the peevish pacu, is freaking out, hungry for attention as she thrashes around like a mad woman. I am calm. I have been trained for this. I eagerly make my way to the other tank and lower myself in, the water slowly washing away the pressures of the real world. I willingly relinquish my body and mind to the creatures of the sea that surround me. I float, suspended just below the surface, and narrowly miss the razor-sharp spines of a lethal lionfish. No big deal, I got this—these guys are my friends. Suddenly, I’m surrounded

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