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Finally! The time had come! To make pizza during quarantine. Otherwise known as tomato puree and melted cheese on baked bread.
I pick out the tomato box, but instantly I notice something wrong with it. For starters, it was in the wrong place.
I have it next to the oranges, in rainbow, but someone had kept it next to the lemons. Second,
there were no tomatoes.
I had 5 of them this morning, and I live alone. As soon as I recover my senses I run around the house, and even dared to step outside. No one. As I stood on my porch, I called out,
"WHO STOL EMY TOMATOES?! I HAVE TO LIVE OFF MY SAVINGS, YOU GALUMPHING WORM! YOU TOOK MY TOMATOES, I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU!!!"
What a splendid idea that was. I stormed back inside, my neighbors opening their windows wondering why I was being a galumphing worm.
I stopped short till I realized I was actually the galumphing worm.
My dumb ass had eaten them for breakfast.