I bet that's it. He hasn't had the sacred ritual rite of biting into soft doughy tortilla or the sharp crunch of corn chip like goodness wrapped around layers of suculent still sizzling beef, garnished with cheese and tomatoes, with a little bit of fresh green tossed in.
Maybe he hates the beef. There's always turkey or chicken. Or even fish.
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Maybe he hates the beef. There's always turkey or chicken. Or even fish.