There once was a boy. This boy had a monkey. The boy loved his monkey.

The boy would often want to hold monkey first thing in the morning. And he would often cry when Monkey had to sit on the couch while the boy ate his breakfast. Monkey was once allowed to sit in the boy's lap while he ate breakfast, but monkey didn't particularly care for the oatmeal-banana kisses that he received.

The boy and the monkey were best friends and did many things together, like look out the back door at the big world outside. The boy loves his monkey.
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