i grabbed the rake and whipped it across

i grabbed the rake and whipped it across the baby's face. Well it didn't stop crying. The door opened and in ran
the little demon's mother, clawing at me with all her might. The baby let out a mighty roar and suddenly I felt the weight of a thousand stones in my hands. It was too late now.
Too late to perform the excercism. So I threw the big chair in the demon's direction, using th etemporary distraction as a way to escape. As if planned the getaway driver pulled up
to the bank with his large pillow with a green dollar sign on it. The demon was not happy, so it took the tossed chair and sat down. It wanted to talk about how it
so obsessed with being unhappy. The plastic chair had begun to melt a bit. The demon took out a small book and spoke several minutes in demonic before it began to chuckle.
The solution was so simple it was funny. He would have seen it right away if he hadn't been
three quarters of the way through a lid of Peruvian Pale. The solution. Yes. All he had to do was... What? What? It had been right there and now it was a hole in his mind. He
had it! Yes! All he had to do was, uhm, ah. Dang! There it went again. He looked around, losing interest in the mental strain. Hey, there's still 1/4 lid of Peruvian and I know jus
t waiting for us behind the till. Ginger and I explored the backside and found what we were looking for. You don't want to know what it is, but I'll still tell you that it was an
olde silver sixpence,a tanner, ½ shilling, ¼ florin! Waxing nostalgic for predecimal times, we put it in the christmas pudding. It was the last time Granddad got lucky.

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