We weren’t the only ones who thought the neighborhood taco place would be a great idea in the late afternoon on a holiday Monday, J. was there, I saw K. too, a couple on an early date earnestly breaking down affordable housing policies, sitting one table over. Place was packed, I was coming apart, was apart. K. and I ordered too much food. I’m usually left hungry after lunch, two tacos per standard order, it feels greedy to order more, but hey why not, still cleared my plate.
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