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Once I became a teenager I forgot about the power of profound sentences, let alone how to love something so much you care about the texture of pancakes. “We all just want a fair shot at creating a life,” he goes on to explain. Maybe I have found religion. Maybe it’s right here, in his tears, in this kitchen, at our breakfast table.

sensational as always xx

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I missed your writing so much.

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I started following you just based off your last name which was my childhood doctor’s name, who was also Cuban. I often wonder if you’re his kin, and instantly took to you as a result. But, your style, and writing has kept me here. Many blessings to you.

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“ When you get older, you’re lucky if the indifference inside you eventually gets used up and there’s no more of it left. Like diesel flushing from an old truck.“

beep beep, babe 🛻 ⛽️

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