It's half a nursery

You pull in and get out, feeling your legs regain their usefulness and you all walk in. The thing is, half of it is a pizza place, with all the smells and dusty feeling from the flower and the other half is a nursery... with all the smells and, dusty talc feeling. Some people about your age and some about your mother's age are crawling around, in anything from a sundress to just diapers.

Your sister starts to freak out as your mother orders, "W-why the hell are all those people acting like that?" she says as a caretaker, with her own diaper bulge simple smiles at her. You're unsure of what to do as your mother sits you all down and the pizza chef starts to sing his pizza cooking song...

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