I was sitting all alone in Pizza Cafe LA yesterday waiting for a pizza. (I heartily recommend this weird little Silverlake spot if you live in LA; it offers versions of NY, New Haven, Detroit-style and tavern-style pizzas all under one roof. None are quite what they claim to be, I don’t think, but they’re good.) I heard a small voice to my left and turn…
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