Mobile feast

You feel the lure of the pizza, your head screaming for it even as you resist. You cover your nose to the smell, close your eyes and try to block it out, but you can hear the cheese sizzling and feel the warmth, it's like your senses have tuned into it. You know if you eat this you will be trapped, but you can't seem to get it out of your head.

Then... why get it out. You come to the realization you can't resist it, but nothing says you can't.... move the pile. You look about, then see the wheelbarrel used to move the sacks of flour. You grab it and move it over, pushing the pile of pizza in, even as you grab one, rolling it up and stuffing it into your mouth, chewing as you wheel the pile out the door. You try to buy time by chewing slowly, savoring the flavor you can't resist, but as soon as you finish you can't help moving to the next, feeling your body thickening as it digests. You need to get help, but from whom?

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