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The Accident
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2025-02-22 21:05:14Alissia POV
We stare at the masterpiece in front of us, both marveling at its presentation. When we finally cut into the crispy shell, the savory aroma that wafts out is heavenly. Each bite is a delightful mix of textures and flavors—the smoky salami, the tender meatballs, the melted cheese, and the rich, buttery pastry crust. We eat slowly, savoring each bite, occasionally exchanging looks of awe.
“This is… amazing,” Jenni sighs, eyes closed in bliss.
“Demitri was right about this place,” I say, thoroughly enjoying the meal. After a moment, I take a deep breath, and Jenni notices the thoughtful look on my face.
“So,” she says, arching an eyebrow, “you look like there’s something else you want to share.”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “I told them I love them,” I say, watching her eyes light up.
“Wait, really? All three of them?”
I nod, feeling
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