Before salsa slipped off my taco, I shoved the entire thing in my mouth and groaned with pleasure. 

It’s better than sex. Almost.

Dishes clanged together, cooks hollered, and waitresses talked shit about the people treating them like crap, and I couldn’t think of a better way to end my shitty-ass day than to stuff my face with tacos. Especially the delicious tacos that my best friend’s restaurant served.

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