I was thirteen and had been paddling for more then five days. I was tired and hot and wanted fresh food. All of us were hungry and tired. We had just walked the longest portage in the boundary waters, known as the Grand Portage into Grand Marete. We were sitting in the pizzas parlor called Sven and Ollie’s and we were dirty, sticky young men who needed a bath, but wanted something to eat more then anything.
Finally!!! The pizza, well 15 pizzas arrived and we dove into the food like we hadn’t eaten in weeks. I can still remember the taste of the pepperoni all these years later, hot and spicy on my tongue. It was best piece of pizza I have ever had.
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I really like this one, its sweet and simple. You really did well by bringing other readers to see these kids, all tired and hungry after a long couple of days of camping and out doors and the only thing in the world that would make them happy is some pizzas : )
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