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Show "a Funsters and Jinxes Jimbo Funster had had a particularly bad day. The night before he'd found out that the house on the corner, on 2i(-th and German Avenue, just six houses away from his own, had been sold to niggers. They didn't look too bad, he'd watched them with his binoculars the day they came to look at the place. The man wore a suit. There was a wife and a grandmother and two kids. The little boy, he looked about seven, stayed out front the whole time dribbling a basketball. Funster could still hear that basketball, wump, wump, wump. |