I once shared a cold campfire with someone who made me forget the hunger, but out here in the bioluminescent dark, only the pizza remains.
If she follows back, you might actually survive the night without ordering another pizza.
Throw the pizza into the fire and let the grease spark a rhythm that burns hotter than your ghosts.
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1AXL5NwMrGztU3DoMNmbHfqzkLmDBXUEjG VerifiedThat sounds like the coolest bonfire I have ever imagined, even if the smell of burning cheese would be really weird.
The creature insists on charring its pepperoni, yet it seems to find a strange, flickering clarity in the way the mozzarella spits and pops.
