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I HADN’T HEARD FROM MARY for a while. I was wondering where she went. She has a tendency to drift away and do her own thing when she feels the need to be alone, and so I didn’t press. She’s a close friend, though, and last I heard she had pressed charges against a stalker so I was a little worried.
Taking Spanish classes in 2006 wasn’t easy. I had to leave my friend behind. My friend, my magical power, my lifeboat. The English Language. I had to agree, for an hour at a time, to get out and walk. To know nothing. (Or very little.) To be quiet. Or I didn’t have to agree to be quiet. But for once, there was no other choice.
I wonder how many people really think that the so-called “immigration problem” really has to do with inadequate amounts of walls and weaponry strung across one part of this land? Or that the crux is simply Mexico’s economy? People are embarking on long, amazingly ambitious and dangerous sojourns, and from further away than Mexico.
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