I can feel the long hand of capitalism, how there are powers effecting change in my life, millions of tiny little pushes on the small of my back down this path, toward this store, in an effort to get me to spend my money on this product specifically, the ingredients that are designed to be bad for you but addictive, the advertisements that have infiltrated my subconscious, the sense of pleasure I get when I have a taste, the memories formed for me and my middle kid, her especially, years from now she'll think back and remember those moments that she bonded with her dad, waiting the ten minutes in the lobby of the mass-produced pizza shop, playing word games, excited for the pizza she waited all week for, that nostalgia pulling her back toward this very shop like it does me, even though I know, I know it's not good, it's a net negative, except that I had a long week too, and so why not get pizza, why not get it from here, why not.
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