"I threw up over my pizza, they had to throw it away; But the pizza was cold by then, the cheese would have been hard enough, I could've rinsed the puke off"Mozumi Pichi
I miss hearing the regulars' names, and my name neighbors (the same ones that she'd read out just before and after mine). I know its not possible for her to do now, and I still miss it.
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