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Personal Narrative: My First Time In El Salvador

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I have never been to El Salvador, but I have tried the food a few times and every time it’s been amazing. I remember the first time I tried a pupusa. The way the cheese melted in my mouth, its one of those things I wish I can experience for the first time. Now everytime I see someone selling pupusas I HAVE to buy

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