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As I opened the door a horrible smell enveloped me. "What is that?" I asked Emily as she welcome me into her home. She replied, "Dinner is cooking. Doesn't it smell delicious?" I began to question why I had accepted her dinner invite in the first place. "Err, yes, it smells... great,"I answered lamely, "What are we having?" "Pineapple and tuna casserole," She said, "It's my own recipe." I had no answer for that. Emily led me into the dining room oblivious to my discomfort. It was there I first laid eyes on the dreaded casserole. It looked as if she had taken perfectly normal ingredients, and turned them into a time bomb ready to explode at any given moment. Whats worse is that I could swear that the it was trying to escape the dish it was in. I took a step back instantly repelled by the meal. I was about to make a break for it when Emily turned around and asked, "Ready to eat?" I opened my mouth to protest, when she plopped a ginormous plate over flowing with casserole in front of me. I was not going to be rude, so I lifted up my fork and took a bite. It was the most disgusting, gross, the most horrid, nasty bite of food I had ever ate. It tasted like old worn out sneakers, and gym socks, like rotten eggs, and moldy cheese. It was so bad not even the starving children in Africa would dare eat it. I eventually swallowed and it felt like it was burning a hole in my stomach. I looked up at Emily and said, "This is great," Then I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital hours later. I glanced up and found Emily sitting at my bedside, "What happened?" I asked. "Well," She answered meekly, "you kind of got food poisoning." I looked up at her and saw that she was worried that I would blame her for what had happened. "Emily," I said, "Next time, we're going out to eat." We both burst into laughter. She was happy because she knew I wasn't mad at her for poisoning me. I was happy because I would never have to see that ghastly casserole EVER again. -Jeri