I found the sock puppet in the attic as I was beginning to go through Grandma's things for the will. It was the only thing in the only box that looked like Grandma had touched it in the last decade. It looked worn out, an eye missing, worn out fur, you could only just tell it was a monkey.
I'm not sure why I put it on, I just felt drawn to it. It's cute, in a way. But anyway, it's not alive or anything.
No, I'm not taking it off and you can't make me, court order or no.
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