Quietly, I sat at the table reading through the unfamiliar words. Images conjure up reactions that I know are inappropriate. "Pablano Mole?" I say to my friend. She laughs at my wrinkled forehead, turned up nose, and squinty eyes. "Why would anyone want to eat a hairy creature that lives under ground?" A sour look crosses my face as I imagine a mole served on a plate, a flower in its mouth.
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Awe. Poor mole! But poblano mole sounds quite delicious. Great visual writing!
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