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A woman, who as a child exchanged kisses as if playing a game, remembers, now elderly, the night she killed her love with a little kiss. As an analogy, she says that she caught a rare and special blue shrimp and took it to her fishbowl. Young, she fell in love with a boy after a night of drinking, and questioned the relationship she had with the love of her life. Between memories, it is not understandable what happened, what was or wasn't done, nor what she wanted. At the end of the night, she went to bed next to her boyfriend, but in her dreams she confessed and woke up alone. As an elderly woman, she still experiences this loneliness, and ends the story saying that the water in the fishbowl was not good, and the shrimp died.
