A good omen?

We left Nayarit and got to Mexico City a few days ago, sleep deprived and haggard from the travel, wondering if moving around the country with a five month old was maybe not the greatest idea we’ve ever had. But as the head of a wandering weaponized Soviet Jewish household, I took this to be a good omen: We got into our place and noticed a bunch of hexa…

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