A couple years ago, once a week, usually Sundays but sometimes more frequent, I started to eat pizza small.
Sunday nights were forever bummers. For years, I’d think ill of the coming week, find it hard to sleep. Then at some point during the pandemic, though perhaps it was earlier, I decided Sunday evenings should mean some…
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