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Arthur’s Big Bag of Chips and Salsa Dancing
I wrote a story by getting predictive text to finish my sentences
Arthur went to the chip shop to buy a house. This was a daft idea because the mind is important. Firstly, he already had a house, and secondly, the gate of heaven is not a big bag of clothes and shoes.
The man in the chip shop looked at him as if he was in his front room waving his wife. He wasn't, he was stood right there in front of him asking to see some houses and apartments and rentals and to be held in the dark.
“Hold me in the darkness until I get a good idea,” said Arthur in a manner that suggested he was a pleasure to work with.
“This is a chip shop,” replied the man as if he was in his arms. “We sell fish and chips and salsa dancing. Let the music be your life. Let it flow through you like an imaginary friend. Taste the lush fatty chips and salsa and guacamole and you will be held in the dark.”
“I see,” replied Arthur as he stood there like an interesting article about the possibility of a building permit. “I would like a large piece of cod and a medium-sized bowl of cereal.”
“Sorry sir, we don’t sell cereal, whether in bowls or a building at the airport to the meeting on Thursday. We sell fried food such as fish and wildlife…
