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One-eyed Monkey Bitch
Ganges River
Varansia, India
July 2015
I ate breakfast every day with this ugly, one-eyed monkey bitch. She sat on the other side of the cage and screeched at me. Sometimes she would extend her hand and beg. I would ignore her. But I did have urges to touch her fingers and would have if I could have been assured that she wouldn't grab me back and put me some sort of deadly head lock.