A white awning spread over the open-air dining room of a restaurant I'd heard called “the pizza place.” Brigade members had already covered a table with drink cans and plates of something fried. The waiter, in a stained white apron, calmly pulled up another table and more chairs for Peter and me. It seemed the kind of place one could stay all day
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Glad it was worth it though!
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Yeah, I don't like pork either! But it was great on the pizza. :-) Thanks for reading.
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Thank you. Thanks for reading, too.
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And it is good that after such a tough choice you liked it.
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