Tacos to Go and Go and Go

 

“Justine,” I called.  “Go on in.  Just knock first.”

 

She gave me an odd look and banged once on the door.

 

“See,” I told the counter guy, “she just got out of the hospital.  Terrible operation.  Muy doloroso.”





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