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on the way home once. I was about 11 and we were traveling alone. They didn't find it in Guatemala but they got it in L.A. When they took it away from her, she got really angry with me. She understood but didn't speak English and couldn't dicker with them herself. She didn't speak to me all the way back to San Francisco, and it was the longest 40 minutes of my life. I felt soooooooo bad that I couldn't save her semita. It was a whole sheet, too. Gad, nowadays, they might have tased her over pastry so I guess 1967 wasn't as bad as it could have been. lol
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