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I'm not sure if I've mentioned this, but the monkey wears the collar of another. Recently, that person, the Monkey's Master, decided to decree that the Monkey is verboten to play with me.

I have tried, rather hard, to respect that collar she wears, and I have a multitude of feelings on this.

But in the end, I know that even if I cannot play with my monkey (haven't you always wanted a monkey?), I can still love her with all my heart, and nobody, not even the monkey, can change that.

That is all that is certain, now.