But then, a new pizza place moved down the street. It was called
We moved and there was a Z Pizza so close that we didn't go or order from Pizza Hut anymore.
Then, one day, when my grandma was visiting, we wanted pizza. So we took the opportunity and asked her fro Pizza Hut. She said: "Ok." So we drove for a couple of minutes down to the only Pizza Hut we knew of. When we walked inside, we smelled the loved smell of delicious pizza, and I knew what I wanted: Personal Panned Pizza and Cinnamon Sticks.

