pointlessness

Turned out it was a snake. This is a mistake I often make. Like once when I bit into a cake, which was in fact a fake cake, made of crépe paper, and not a baked cake at all, and like when, in failing to brake, I ran over a rake, which ended up in a lake, where a drake (a male duck, for goodness sake), had a lucky break (the rake missed the drake), and then my mate Jake, also known as Snowflake, ran nake-ed through Blakeney, with a Hake on his head. One day I hope to wake up from this bad dream.

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