Apparently,
turkey tastes better there. Maybe it’s the water but let’s hope not. Given the news
of increasing cartel activity with heads stacked neatly in pyramids pointing
the way to the snow cone machine, I expressed concern. Ruth assured me that the
resort where they were staying had long ago been leeched clean of the slightest
hint of cultural relevance. Zero Spanish would be spoken, and the kids would
learn nothing new to expand their worlds, other than the quickest path to the
waterslide.
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