I must have sat and stared at that lemur for 30 minutes, just the two of us, 30 inches away from each other, him looking down on me, munching happily away on some fruit I didn’t know the name of, me gawking upwards like an idiot looking at an eclipse.
I couldn’t get it. It was a funhouse mirror’s version of a monkey. It had an elongated face like a dog, a squirrel’s bushy tail, and the hands of a human that had been pressed flat in a vice. Like a fox and a marmoset had fallen in love and eloped...
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