Jeremy loved pie.
Jeremy loved pie with a white-hot passion.
No birthday cake for him. It had to be pie, only pie.
Dutch Apple. Mince. Blueberry. Rhubarb. Pumpkin. Coconut Custard. Steak and Kidney. Chicken Pot. If it was a pie, Jeremy would seek it out and devour it.
But pies were expensive. Fillings and crust cost money, which Jeremy had in short supply. Eventually, to support his pie habit, Jeremy turned to crime.
During a botched heist at Entenmann’s, two hostages died in a hail of bullets. Jeremy was arrested and convicted.
His last meal? Pie, of course. Cyanide pie.
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