My Dad worshiped gorillas. He swore he was one in a past life. He'd take us to the National Zoo in DC when we were kids and he'd just sit there and watch them while Mom took us to the exhibits. I think he was communing with them or something. It was almost freaky. I …
I'm Taking a Fantastic Voyage. Won't You Join Me?
Author P.S. Bartlett 
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