When I eat a pizza for dinner, the first thing I do is smell the dough, the toppings, and the delicious cheese. I look at the pizza, and see the grease dripping from the edges of the dough. I examine the toppings, making sure that no undesirable toppings are on my pizza. I can smell the cheese and the toppings, and my mouth waters at the scent. I pick up the pizza by the crust, grease making my hands oily. I bite into it, the cheese warming the roof of my mouth. The cheese, toppings, sauce, and dough are being chewed in my mouth, and they turn into a symphony of flavor. I swallow, and I take another bite, and another, until I finish the pizza.
Steinbeck describes the migrants’ anger as “fermenting.”
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uhm....? sorry cant help u
It is place because it is not saying a specific time.
(Fake but if your using it for a essay just use it) I was waiting for my uncle to get home, from the army we haven’t seen him in forever. Well I thought to myself he will be proud of me 11 next week. As next week approached we got ready finally the day I thought to myself. As my mom picked me up from school I was kind of sad I won’t be able to see him for the next 3 years. I walked into the door everyone screamed surprise... even my uncle was there that day.
