Billy's knee jerked, and he looked around cautiously. His right kneecap always tickled when someone was about to pass gas. It wasn't a particularly useful prognosticative talent, but it had saved him a bit of olfactory discomfort more than once.
Just as he suspected, Billy's older brother, Reginald, rounded the corner masticating in content. In his hands lay the uneaten half of a chili burrito. The other half hung screaming and clamoring from his mouth.
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i love this story i want to read the whole book to my kiddos at bed time, when will it be finished?:)
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