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In the years that followed, the family told the story as if it were a fable about Murphy’s Law and gravity’s peculiar humor. Lucy told it differently each time: sometimes as a comedy, sometimes as a near-tragedy, and sometimes with a theatrical flourish that made the listeners laugh and wince in equal measure. The bunk bed bore the scar—new screws, a sanded-down notch—but the story stayed wild, glittering, and irrepressible, a small disaster transformed into legend.
