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The five watched Marlon and Craig’s backs as they went to the other side back to where they came from before the monkeys even got them. They were hoping their bags and their cameras were still working, and they hoped as well that the gemstones were not taken by the monkeys to bring them back to where they were supposed to be. If they were the caretaker of the island, then they might probably do that, but still, they were hoping that those smarty monkeys were not able to look through the plastic bags they were carrying and that the gemstones were not something they could eat and just abandon it there. They couldn’t bring themselves back from where they got the stones, especially not when there were snakes lurking around longer than the normal snakes and could swallow them whole. Marlon had
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