We drove into town on Sunday. It was closed.
She wanted to go home. The next town over where she grew up was three miles away up the road. She said "The park was so much nicer before all the Mexicans started going there."
We exchanged meaningful looks. Speechless as she continued on her meandering talk about the good old days.
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