Chapter Five - Thanks and a Thousand Arguments

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A group of us walked to the neighboring village of La Sabana to purchase some fruit and stopped at an ice cream shop on the way back.  Justin overpaid by 3 Limpera (the equivalent of about USD$0.13) and the next morning received this thoughtful note.  I'm thinking she needs a different translator though. 😏

Thanks and a thousand arguments.

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  1. Unknown1/29/2017 01:32:00 PM

    Awww, how sweet. I like those kind of arguments. 😍

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