it's fucking giant. and has a very distinctive shape.
for whatever reason
(a) the wife calls skates and regular rays "manta ray"
(b) she gets upset if I say anything about that
(c) when she gets upset she leaves
this upsets me. she has approximately no coping skills. I mean, jesus fuck, what happens if anything genuinely bad is happening and we have to deal with it?
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