Anita Delia stood at the door looking out through the rectangular shaped window. Beads of rain ricocheted like tiny ping pong balls falling flat. It had been almost two months since she had taken to her house. Her reclusive ways encompass her similar to a babe in swaddling clothes. The rain that had begun so gently, now took a turn. The wind rattled the door, shaking Anita from her thoughts. A flash of lightning and she was back where it all began.

“Aguacate, agaucate!”, my cousin sings at the top of his lungs to his summertime crush.

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