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As they changed a baby on the far table, the girls cooed as the infant cried, resounded through the dusty red streets like a latin opera. This’ll keep them out and me in, because I now saw it that way, and I had the right, I had been in-country long enough, all gringos were foreigners… Read moreRead More I SAW GUARANI CHILDREN
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