A plate of spaghetti

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One day in 2001, Josuke and Okuyasu found a plate of spaghetti sitting on the concrete, in the middle of a dark alley on the edge of Morioh. Josuke was hesitant. The crime rate in the city is so high, he thought, but an abandoned plate of spaghetti was just a few feet from where they sat. Josuke looked at the small bones in his hand, but left them there. Okuyasu motioned for his friend to come closer.

"You sure it's alright?" "I think so. Look at it." Okuyasu sighed and handed him a piece of spaghetti. He poked at it with his chopsticks. "It looks clean enough." Josuke wasn't so sure. "I hope it's not poisoned." "Hey, it's spaghetti. I doubt it's poisoned." With that, Josuke took a big bite of the spaghetti. The noodles were dry, but Okuyasu helped him out with by pouring more sauce on his plate. Josuke made a face.

"It's so bland. You can put as much tomato sauce as you want on this and I still won't like it." Okuyasu just looked over at him with a slight smirk on his face. "I see you learned the hard way that nothing is good without salt. Never forget that. Which reminds me, I brought some Worcestershire Sauce." With that, Okuyasu walked over to the corner of the alleyway, rummaged around a bit and came back with a bottle. "See? Who said I was bad at cooking?" He laughed. "And this will add some serious flavor to this morsel."

With that he uncorked the bottle. Okuyasu slowly approached the spaghetti as Josuke watched. The smell of the sauce was enough to make Josuke's mouth water. The sauce itself tasted like the perfect balance between tomato sauce, fresh basil, garlic, oregano, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar. It almost had a nutty flavor to it.  It was an absolutely beautiful pasta dish.

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