Reviews of Pizzaria • 1
Without a care in the World, free as a bird, I head off to a pizzaria and I begin to eat. I haven’t eaten in months and all of a sudden, the lump in the back of my throat has been removed and I eat and eat and eat. The thin pizza, rich in toppings, is followed by pasta. I then walk to the marvellous Trevi Fountain and purchase scrumptious gelato. I sit by the fountain, basking in the sunshine and consider the wish I should make. I throw my coin into the water and wish for intrinsic happiness not dependent upon boys, but upon me. After this, I immediately text Luke’s Mum for his address so that I can send him a post card without him finding out. How is it that girls are so silly?