The pizza had this aroma that reminded me of my grandma's cooking. The taste of the melted cheese was so heavenly. All I could hear was the sound of happy people each enjoying a slice of heaven. I looked around to find the cook. He was walking from table to table asking everyone what they though about his food. I went to grab my next slice of steamy goodness. As I pulled the slice closer to my mouth, the cook was standing next to me. I smiled and he nodded his head in agreement.
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Random Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a compilation of some of my smaller projects that aren't long enough to have it's own publishing.
