Wolfblood
I’d honestly be happy with a can of SpaghettiOs.
Alex led me inside and we found the restaurant easily. After we were seated, a waiter came by and said, “On Sundays, we have a Sunday Gravy special, where we cook a large pot of different meats, including our house-made sausages, country-style ribs, and meatballs, served family-style with our fresh spaghetti.” I was practically drooling at the description, and I could tell Alex was too.
“How can you say no to that, eh?” Alex asked.
“It sounds so good,” I agreed.
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