"Why are you still in you PJs, Junior?" Susan asked, concerned. "You have to leave in fifteen minutes!"
"I don't feel good," he moaned, collapsing weakly on the couch.
Susan murmured something to herself and felt his forehead. "Well," she says to Junior, "your forehead's not hot. She rubs his tummy and asks, "Does that hurt?"
"No," says Junior truthfully, before he can think of something else.
"My, but your tummy is bigger than I remember," remarks Susan. "Maybe you feel sick because your pants are too tight? I've been thinking that it's time for a uniform upgrade for you. Look you eat a good breakfast and...
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