Good Morning From Mexico
<p>Tati had embroidered an orange lightning bolt on her ass, flames on the ankles, and crescent moon on the hip of her blue jeans. She was wearing her classic baby blue crop top that made her brown skin look like cinnamon and her mustard-colored bandana that tired in vain to keep her giant main of curls in check. I wasn’t thinking about any of that, though. I was just thinking how quickly I could get her out of the airport, take that black cubrebocas off her face and place a kiss on her lips. I hadn’t seen her in two months and as she walked toward me from across that busy Mexican terminal, my heart nearly exploded.</p>
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