“I want pizza,” My Darling B said to me when we ran into each other in the hall yesterday. I didn’t have any on me at the time, so she had to wait until I took her to Roman Candle after work, where we ordered a large pie with four kinds of meat, including some of the tastiest pepperoni ever.
And now we have leftover pizza for lunch. What’s better than that, I ask you?
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