She could fall in love with anything that had tomato sauce and cheese on it. That was the face of true love, if you asked her. The only love that she could understand anyway. Everything else was things people do before they break each other’s hearts so they’d better stay out of non eatable relationships. “What are you doing tomorrow?”, her friend Kate asked, as they were both devouring a margarita pizza at her favorite after hours restaurant. “Mr. Dick is taking me to Miami.”, she nonchalantly answered as she picked up the last piece. “Pizza, will you marry me?”, she passionately exclaimed and shoved it in her mouth. “Jesus… Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping with your boss?”, Kate half-drunkenly half-judged her. She wiped her mouth and looked at her...

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