She took the chimp from the lab assistant, relishing its weight against her hip –- confirmation that she had, finally, returned to work. As she waited for her lab partner to set up the electrodes, the chimp crept its fingers inside her collar. She glanced at the picture on her desk, the tiny hand clutching the neck of her tee-shirt. Damn it. She’d never find a job that paid as well as this one.

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