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December, a week before Christmas, she walked down the steps of the plane, her face embraced by warm tropical breeze. She looked skyward, thanking heaven for leading her here.
“Taxi!,” a voice called. Taxi in Costa Rica meant a man on a trike that had a bench for two on the back. Soon she and her backpack were entering the AirBnB near the marina.
She texted #0699626149, “I’m here. Meet you 4?”
Ding! “::smiley emoji::”
At four she stood looking at a pink princess.
Felipe shook her hand and said, “Welcome aboard, Captain. She’s all ready to go.”
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