It was the day of reckoning. The moment when I, , had finally reached the apex of solo-pizza-eating. The pizza, a majestic creation of cheese, sauce, and dough, lay before me, calling my name.
My hands moved with the precision of a surgeon, my senses heightened as I inhaled the aroma of melted mozzarella and tomato sauce. It was a decision that would change the course of history. Or at least my stomach.
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