Chapter One: They are going to die.

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Your grandpa. A retired military officer and a ferocious gambler.

You. A 2nd grader with a ferocious hunger that cannot be satisfied unless given ice cream.

  Currently, you were in a park, sitting on a bench. The two of you were having a staring contest. The first person to blink gives the other 5 bucks. Though he had won many poker games, your grandpa would never win this staring contest. You were sure of it.

You had an ace up your sleeve. Or in this case, a piece of an onion. You whipped it out with a smirk on your face and held it up in front of your grandpa.

His eyes widened in shock, and he reeled back from the stench. Then he blinks.

You throw the onion peel onto the floor and cheer. 

"I WIN!"

Your grandpa laughs while wiping tears (Caused by the onion, not because he lost his winning streak to a 2nd grader. Or maybe both.) from his eyes.

"You cheated!" He huffed, crossing his arms.

"I learned from the best." You reply. His frown turns into a grin.

"You know what, kid? Here's an extra buck." He hands you the five dollars, as promised, plus a one-dollar bill. "You can buy two ice creams now. Make sure you watch the road before you cross, alright?" Your grandpa motions to the ice cream truck across the street.

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