11th grade. About 3 years ago. I drove to the Taco Bell for a cheat meal. Got the soft taco, and brought my cuunto back to the lunchroom.
Carmen comes walking past me. We joke about my taco, and she keeps calcaaling about how what I’m eating isn’t a taco. I tell her this is the only taco I know...
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