Our hotel owner had a look about her that said something in her heart wasn’t quite right. She didn’t show much emotion, and was usually pretty cold and distant. Every morning when we would go down to the lobby to wait for the rest of the team before heading out for the day, she would…
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In response to my smile, Nando picked up a small rock and hurled it at me. Again, I returned his actions with a smile. Five or six more times we went through this cycle. Rock. Smile. Rock. Smile. Each time, the rocks we getting bigger. Later on that day, I realized something: I am Nando.
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