Pink, Ms. Buttonsworth and me all were walking in the park enjoying the nice day. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and we all decided we were getting a little peckish. There was a hotdog stand just up ahead so we decided to go get one. When we got there, it was $2 dollars, for a hotdog with fixings.
I looked in my wallet and i had 50 cents, Pink had $1, and Ms. Buttonsworth had 25 cents. About to lose all hope and starve, there was a quarter on the ground. Our lucky day. We bought the hot dog but then the dilemma was that we had to decide who got the hot dog. Sharing wasn’t a thing between us, too many bad experiences. The only logical way was a fight to the death, of course. We go into our positions and waited until high noon.
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