Autobiography - A Self Memoir (Click Pictures for Sounds!)

At a young age, my biological family sold me to a Dutch traveling circus. I was caged, raised on ape's milk, and instructed to do backflips for euros. The bars didn't hold me long. After escaping with the French gibbon I was seeing, I traveled the world. Her name was Darla. Too soon, I was swindled into giving up Darla to balding men in a high-stakes bocce ball game. I never saw her again. Once the portraits Darla and I had painted together were shredded, I set off for greener pastures: the USA. I had recuperated emotionally

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