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I turned on the TV and watched Riverdale on Netflix as I waited for my pizza to come. I was too lazy to walk to McD or any restaurant nearby but I was hungry. Good Hemmings, there was a thing called food delivery.
I ordered pepperoni and cheese and when the bell finally rang, I jumped to my feet and ran like a mad, hungry girl which I probably was right now. I was going to swing the door open like I usually did but then I remembered reading an article somewhere about the dangers of opening the door before checking. For the first time in my life, I leaned forward and peered through the small peephole. A guy dressed in a regular red and white shirt wearing a cap with a similar color combination stood on the other side of the door, a box of pizza in his hand. Well, he looked like a delivery guy for me so I swung my door open.
"Pepperoni and cheese for Miss Summers," he read the paper he held in his other hand. He proceeded to confirm my order and address.
