The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the backstreet florists where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a glass-encased throne fashioned entirely from jettisoned staircarpets. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the cheesecake?'
John entered the backstreet florists where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a glass-encased throne fashioned entirely from jettisoned staircarpets. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the cheesecake?'
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