There once was a man who made pizza, pretty damn good pizza. One day, he accidentally undercooked a big batch of pizzas though, and only realized it after just a single slice was left over for him. Truth was, everyone secretly loved that slightly doughy, perfectly seasoned chew and you could tell too, eye contact ceased cause everybody was acting like they were just tolerating it in case they got some side-eye or something. The pizza man caught on quick after, kept quiet and made more raw pizzas on the daily. He protected his people too, never spoke a word. It was a beautiful silent exchange between pizza man and his customers getting fancy off-menu items, but it was cut short when the new guy spoke up. He went too far, cutting deep on the pizza man as everyone around looked on with guilty eyes like kids whose favorite toy was being taken even though they complained about it to their parents to seem mature or some shit. The pizza man packed up and left after that, and I do not think he even got a single thanks for putting his ass on the line for us. Sure we stopped hitting the can as much, but whats intense stomach pain every once in a while for some forbidden fruit. I will always regret not speaking up for the pizza man, hope you found a place that openly accepts you, miss you pizza man.
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