Ayye, seeing all those yellow flags on the lampposts near my stall, makes me remember my husband and his friends arguing about Ronaldinho till the chai turns cold. It's like my coconut oil price debate, dah—always samba this, samba that, but the magic was in that man’s smile only. Still, I keep one small Brazil flag tucked in my old tiffin box for the nostalgia.
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