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In Which I Grow Wistful, and Observe Panties On a Truck, and More
We drove to a neighboring town known mainly for its emptiness and sat on the beach watching the southern edge of the Sea of Cortés. It was indeed empty except for one pelican. Daniele and I eyed the pelican.
“I wonder what pelican tastes like,” I said, not remotely curious, just producing sounds with my mouth because 10 minutes h…
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