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Fazolis
Family Cuisine
We were in the steaming hot mini van
In the middle of a dry summer
My familys stomachs were empty like a car with no gas
We were starving so our only choice was to head over to my favorite family italian cuisine fazolis
As our pizza craving family pulled up to the restaurant we jumped up with excitement
“Yes were here” my family yelled with commendableness
As we walked through the front door you could hear the pizza sizzling as it melted
Or you could hear the ice being dumped in the cups of soda
Or the people chattering with mouth fulls of food
My and my family went to sat down after we ordered a sizzling pizza and 12 buttery breadsticks
I took a bite of the bread and A rush of flavor came rushing all over my tongue like a pool being filled with water
As we ate bread sticks on by one with great bite we were all stuffed like we ate a horse
Now that it was time to go I realize my stomach is about to burst like a million grenades
I walk out the door with regret but great pleasure

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