Barbara bet Jim 3 pounds that he couldn’t eat  some traffic.

Jim went out into the street to try and eat traffic.

Jim got run over.

Jim died from head trauma.

Glenda was mortified at her mentally disturbed son’s funeral and burst into tears on Barbara’s shoulder. Barbara waited until attentions turned elsewhere and allowed herself a little grin, the top bunk was finally hers.

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