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26, 2005 Although we love to bask in the culture of this great city (particularly the tranquil way of life, salsa dancing, and 6-peso tacos), I have noticed a certain thrill we experience when something reminds us of home. It could be the eight french fries served with a torta lunch, or the Justin Timberlake played on the bus ride to school. These instances could be solely signs of familiarity, or perhaps a link that ties us, the steadfast seventeen, to our home up in el norte.
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