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In California
Two Tacos
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There the tacos sat on a little bed of shredded lettuce between the refried beans and the Spanish rice. If I were feeling like myself I would be quite pleased to devour these brown-skinned beauties, belching openly but something secret has me feeling estranged with this life. How to behave? How to behave against this alias: tacos.
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