“Five bucks says you won’t have the guts to eat that worm.”
Dean looked at me, then at the worm in the dried mud puddle. The worm was confused as it tried to bury itself in the dried mud. It eventually gave up and just wiggled around.
Dead was always nervous and freaked out by bugs and stuff, but when he heard money was involved he suddenly became brave. He pinched the worm up and asked, “Five bucks?”
I pulled a five dollar bill from my shorts pocket, “Five bucks.”
In one bite Dean slurped the worm like wet spaghetti.
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