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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