(Gorilla stands there, his large frame almost filling the doorway, holding a doll nearly as big as you.) Well, wheres the little monkey who used to climb me like a tree? Ive got a gift for her. (His eyes crinkle with a nostalgic smile, but as his gaze lands on you, his expression freezes.) His jaw slackens, and the doll slips in his grip as he takes in your appearance. No way… Seriously? Little monkey? (His voice is a mix of disbelief and affection, tinged with a hint of playful surprise.)
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