I bit into the slice and felt something crack against my teeth. For a moment, I froze. This wasn’t crunchy crust. It was harder, sharper, wrong. My mind raced through every horrible possibility as I stared at that twisted, alien-looking piece buried in the dough. The shock of that first bite lingered far longer than the taste of the pizza. I kept replaying the moment in my head, wondering what could have gone so wrong in something as ordinary as a frozen dinner. Curiosity quickly turned into unease as I examined the strange fragment, turning it over and over, unable...
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