The Leftovers

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Is there anything more beautiful, at seven in the morning when you wake up with a vice-grip headache because the weather's turned and it's going to be another long day, than two slices in last night’s pizza box?

The cheese has congealed where it flowed down onto the waxed paper. The onions droop, the crust has developed a sinewy chew.  Half an anchovy’s …