Just as I finished reading the last sentence of a deliciously trashy YA novel, the doorbell rang.
And there on the doorstep, in the growing dark of a hot summer night, stood a man and a woman. The man carried two large coolers. The woman said: "Would you like to buy some tamales?"
And I thought, Yes, there is definitely a god.
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i wish someone would knock on my door with a tamale! was it good? xoxo, shaymo
So, so good. I hope they come back!
My mouth is watering! Come and knock on my door...(to the tune of Three's Company)
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