Squinting a bit in the summer sun, you choose cod pie. The assistant points out that it's actually 'cool pie' -- she wrote the label in a bit of a hurry this morning. Smiling a bit too much at your unfortunate haircut, she wraps up your cool pie in starry paper and ties it with a blue ribbon that positively drips cool on your scabby trainers.
You take the pie outside, intrigued as to what 'cool pie' might taste like -- something similar to cod, you hope. As you take your first bite, the assistant runs out of the shop after you. "You dropped these!" she says and proffers a pair of shades. You have never seen them before. You look down at yourself and remark on how you have never seen your shoes before either. Or your suit. You try to scratch your head in confusion, but your fingers are hindered by your pork pie hat. The assistant smiles. You put your shades on and head for Chicago...
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This is way too cool for me!
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