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“A-… chimichanga?” Anya asked the other, because she was still learning about the modern world and she had thought she had gotten a good grasp on it, but every so often something new would crop up and throw her off. “What’s a chimichanga? Is it a type of dog?”
“A dog?” Maya said as she giggled. She couldn’t get the idea of a dog wrapped in a tortilla out of her head, making her laugh even more. “It’s a food. And i’m guessing you’ve never eaten it before.”




















