How I miss you, Los Charros! After moving abroad and discovering that even seeing tortilla chips in the grocery store was a rarity (the horror!), I realized that Mexican in the land of Oz was not to be. I took for granted the love and delicious food you gave me. From middle school all the way into adulthood, you enveloped me in your salsa-filled arms and whispered, "order the cheese dip." You never got jealous of my affair with Taco Bell, who seduced me with her 79 cent burrito. I wish I could take back all the times I dug change from under the couch cushions and spent them on another.
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