My girlfriend had a weird ability to conjure up a pizza every 24 hours. Whenever I was hungry she would make the most delicious pizza ever out of thin air.
She could only make one a day so I had to make it count. Sometimes I made a mistake and decided on toppings that didn't go well at all. Other times I decided on something that turned out perfectly. The bacon would always be crispy, the sausage would always be well done and there was never any pizza that came out burnt or had too much sauce. All the pizzas were perfect because she was perfect.
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