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All I can think about is pizza.
I impute the idea to malice anyone that touches my pizza.
It has effected me to the point that I need neurosurgery to forget about it.
It has so many far-out toppings too.
It has peperonni on it, like pips on dice.
My mouth drools to the point where I need a sponge to soak it all up.
Every bite I take tastes like heaven.
As if im drinking an elixir.
My gravitational pull to pizza is so large I need to be dragged out of the store.