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Italian dinner

In Italy, I wanted to try real pizza in a small local cafe.  I ordered a pizza with the “most exquisite” description on the menu, but when it arrived, I found out that it had anchovies, which I hate. Of course, I was ashamed to say so.  As a result, I ate the pizza, trying to pretend that I liked it, and the waiter kept coming up and asking, Is it good? All I could say was Bellissimo!, although after dinner I would run to the nearest coffee shop for cakes.
 

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