I heard about the best
apple pie in town.
Nobody makes it
like they make it
he said.
So I stood
in line and waited
my turn.
Every three minutes
the line moved up
One. Two. Three.
I was next when I
let a girl
cut in front of me.
I have somewhere to be
she said.
I took a step back
she squeezed in.
One. Two. Three.
I'll have one apple pie
please. My chance was
finally here.
The baker looked at me.
Sorry, sold out. She got the
last one.
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