(Excuse the digression, but right now I am sitting here in La Paz, thinking of grills. I have come across one of the weirdest phenomenoms, for which I have ever been exposed. There are thousands of stout, strong quechua woman walking and hawking amongst the street. They seem like the perfect grandmothers, with children in tow, businesses strapped to their back, and dainty little hats topping their bright outfits. The weird thing is, they all have iced out grills. It is like i was transformed into some underground dirty south hip-hop show, emceed by the ying yang twins. No joke, i saw one with turquoise inlaid in her teeth, and another with gold hearts. What?, but i digress.) Below is the story I intended to write when I sat down. His grill gleamed, but without any
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