i'm not sure how long
that frozen pizza
has been in the freezer.
maybe a month, maybe
longer. I remember
placing it into the shopping
cart along with
eggs and bread,
potatoes, and apples,
thinking that it might
come in handy one
hungry night. a last resort.
but that night hasn't
come. a lot of nights haven't
come. but there is
always hope. always pizza,
frozen and waiting.
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