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The Avocado

“My avocados! Where are my avocados?,” an elderly woman screamed vehemently.
Children and passerby stared at the haggard woman. But this was no haggard, old woman. This was the guacamole woman. Everyone thought she made horrible guacamole but they ate it anyway. This woman was a matriarch of the town and the most respect of all the woman in the village.
When most people heard the woman proclaim that the avocados were missing, they felt a sigh of relief. They pretended to be upset that the woman would not be able to make her guacamole, but cheers were screamed in their minds.
Little Miranda Gonzales was not happy though. She loved that guacamole. She admired the old lady. Her guacamole was thick and creamy and she thought that the villagers enjoyed it too. But she saw it in their eyes. They didn’t enjoy
the guacamole. So Little Miranda went quickly into her home and retrieved the avocados from under her bed. She wanted to be like the old woman so she was going to make her own guacamole.The people will pay

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