There was a monkey on her back.
There was a monkey on her back. That's when she knew she was crazy. She had been thinking it for a while now, but the monkey confirmed it. She didn't quite know what to do with this information. She was supposed to leave for work in a few minutes, but did crazy people go to work. Didn't they stand on street corners and hold funny cardboard signs that said "boogieman ate my family. Spare some change for new closet door?" She was reminded of a job she had as a teenager. She had crazy coworker that was about fifty five. This lady would wear her hair in two pig tails and purposely trip over things. Was she crazier than that lady? She decided to go to work.
She managed to drive successfully by hunching over so as not to squish her monkey. She had to admit he was a cute monkey. He was about the size of two oranges stacked one on top of another, and he looked as if he was smiling. He was smart too. He would shake his head to answer yes or no when she asked him a question. The first question she asked him which lead to her discovery of this talent was "Are you real?" he shook his head no. The second question she asked him was " will you leave me alone?" his answer was the same.
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