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 things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the bicycle?'
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 things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the bicycle?'
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