Walking home from Pride yesterday I spotted a little Latin market open which I'd only ever seen closed. Naturally I conducted a raid while my guy idled amiably. It was staffed by the bored teen Italian-born son of the owners & his girlfriend & her friend. At checkout they asked my guy if I was some weird colonial experimenter or if I knew what I was buying. He said I did know. Then the starry-eyed kids asked why I'd ever leave Miami. We translated "all that glitters is not gold" into 3 languages
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