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Never has a less impressive building served more delicious food. Tammy’s Tacos was just a small building with two walk-up windows and a few picnic tables outside, but it smelled delicious. The menu was limited and instead of fountain drinks, they had canned sodas in a pair of silver coolers. A hand-painted sign read CASH ONLY. “Kids, we’re in a hurry, so I’m just going to order a bunch of tacos and let you divvy them up,” Grandpa said as he approached the window. “Everyone, grab a drink.” “Why are we in a hurry?” I whispered to Zoe. She shrugged. “No idea.” “We’d like four al carbon, four carnitas, and four pollo asado,” Grandpa said to the woman at the window. “And five soft drinks.” “Is that for here or to go?” asked the woman. “To go,” he answered, and pulled two twenties from his wallet. “To go?” I asked. “I thought we were going to eat and figure out what just happened.” “Yes, but we’re doing that in the car,” Grandpa said. Yadi gave him a suspicious look. “Is this some kind of trick? Because I distinctly remember you threatening to abandon me in the swamp if I ate in your car.
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