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Pizza kills


" DINNER! ", my mother screams.

My whole family sprints to the kitchen, 

fighting to get the first piece.

When i finally get my turn,

i first smell the delicious greasy cheese,

with pineapples on top.

Then i bite into the perfectly balanced toppings.

The sauce and cheese that's still flaming hot,

but then cools when you get a taste of the sweet warm pineapple.

The first bite wasn't enough! I ended up eating 3 pieces of pizza.

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