I may or may not have an addiction. ​

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Double pepperoni pizza, to be exact. But only the small, thick pepperonis that curl up and get a little burnt around the edges. With hot honey and a side of ranch…*chefs kiss*

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I started running so that I could eat more pizza.

 

Then I ran a marathon.

 

Moral of the story: I’ll do anything for pizza.*

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*or phoebeklein.com