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Everyday I would visit the pie shop. Didn't matter what time. Breakfast, lunch, supper or somewhere in between. In 63 days, today being the 63rd, I had paid a visit 62 times. And in 63 days, 62 times had I run home and almost thrown up my meal, if those pies could be classified as such.
Obviously I didn't go there for the pies. No one went there for the pies. You'd have to be completely mad or else have no sense of taste which I wished dearly for. Because honestly, these pies had to be the worst pies in London.
I knew I was mad for goin
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