Aug. 18

 When I was a kid, I used to eat pizza with mayo and ketchup mixed together. My family thought that I was weird for eating my pizza like that but it was for a time I ate my pizza like that. My siblings tried it as well but only my brothers liked it and started eating their pizza like me. My sister didn’t like it and always told me why I would add ketchup and mayo on my pizza and will always look at me weird everytime I ate my pizza. My other family members thought I was weird and just let me because everyone has their own likings. 

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