The neverending pie
by Jonny Fenham
John entered the backstreet florists where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but a whole new panorama of previously unimagined vistas was about to present itself before his unsuspecting eyes.
'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the vacancy for a delivery boy?'
'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the vacancy for a delivery boy?'
John entered the backstreet florists where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but a whole new panorama of previously unimagined vistas was about to present itself before his unsuspecting eyes.
'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the vacancy for a delivery boy?'
'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the vacancy for a delivery boy?'
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