She wanted to say, "True she likes frijoles, jalape-os and the like, and the boys like Mexican food too" but her pain trod into the breath of the utterance like children kicking puddles. She was doing her best to put on an agreeable facade that appealing facade of the bantering bourgeois in the levity, the amusement park, that was supposed to be the world but it was hard. It was too hard.
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