“I’m sorry, was that a monkey riding my dog?” “It was. A baby tamarin. We need to get it back to the right area.” Logan frowned. “Diablo won’t eat it, will he?” “Diablo!” I let go of Logan’s hand to… — Gayla Drummond Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, was that a monkey riding my dog?” “It was. A baby tamarin. We need to get it back to the right area.”… — Gayla Drummond Copy Share Image
