Dad: (Your name) dinner's nearly ready. Get down here! You grumbled as you finished putting on your shirt. You walk down stairs to find pizza and cold water on the table Dad: Pepperoni, peppers, and extra cheese. Your favorite. He takes a slice Dig in son. He says, as he starts devouring his pizza. You look at your slice, and feel a sudden feeling of disgust. Pizza is not what you want right now. But oh well, Food is food.
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