I met a monkey once, just one monkey, just one time. It stole a large sweet tart right out of my hand before I could ever even pet it and see what it felt like and whether it was worth losing my candy. I was about eight and was so excited when Mom said there was a monkey and perhaps I could touch it.
It snatched the tart away from me and laughed at
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