Umm… Pizza.
The traveling pizza.
Was born of dough, refined in an 355 degree oven. Specially prepared with tender mushrooms, pepperoni and Italian ham.
Gently slid into a fresh cardboard box. Given into the watchful hands of the delivery man.
And was lost. Fell under the seat of a 1997 Honda Accord.
So sad was the fate of this perfect pizza.
The perfect slice, alas, I will never know you.
(2 minutes).
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