The Deleted Pizza

It was the second time in a week that pizza delivery graced my residence. As a rule, pizza is very hard on the digestive system. However, after two performances on a Saturday, there was no way that I was going to cook. I inhaled the pizza and was instantly full. The next morning found me with another slice of pizza. Perhaps that is when my body told me what I could do with myself.
As I lay in bed this evening contemplating the detox that my body needed, the pizza scene replayed itself in my mind. When the ding of the promotional email from Dominoes interrupted my thoughts, I immediately deleted myself from the subscription list. Salad and sushi rounded out my day as I put my guidance to good use.

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