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   DVD doodles and prison
Thursday, October 8 2009 [REDACTED]
On the way home, Jed and I stopped in for slices at a pizza parlor in that Stone Ridge strip mall anchored by the Emmanuels grocery store (this is where one of us parks when we carpool to the prisons). As a pizza fancier, it was odd that this was my first time eating pizza here. But the place is a little hidden from the road, so I'd known of its existence, it was entirely subconsciously. The pizza looked fresher than what one usually sees in the "ready for reheating" display, though it was nothing special in terms of flavor.

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