A Dog Hanging On Your

Last night, I made tortillas. In this light, their plight is tragic, their end foretold. It is too bad they were born delicious.

Last night, I made tortillas. In this light, their plight is tragic, their end foretold. It is too bad they were born delicious.

In this life, we are all broken, but some of us hold onto salsa to the end.

In this life, we are all broken, but some of us hold onto salsa to the end.

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