There was once a shop called Westpoint Stores. Lots of children used to shoplift sweets there. Someone I knew at school lived next door.
The shop was closed for selling shit pies. And I don't men pies of a poor standard, I mean the woman who ran the shop went a bit mad and put animal shit in the pies.
I don't know how anyone found out about this.
"I'm certain I can taste shit in this pie."
"How do you know what shit tastes like?"
"Erm..."
The shop has since been converted into a house. I don't know the people who live there and I don't know if they know what went on there.
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