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They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Pepperoni,” some called her, while others cried “Deep Dish” or “Margherita” or “Extra Cheese,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Pizza. They are calling me Pizza.
— George R.R. Marinara, A Storm of Sausage.
(via The Mary Sue)
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Published: May 6, 2014 05:40 pm