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Word Spreads
My Dad is my hero. To me, he is like a superhero. Like the good guys that stop the bad guys and bank robbers. Or the man of La Mancha with the impossible dream. Here in Quito, there isn’t much to do except maybe kick a can around and hope it doesn’t get sucked into… →
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Road to Nowhere
I am sitting in my room right now in this apartment my parents bought when I was little. I sit across from the blank, cotton colored walls and the bed that is never made properly. The bed is adjacent to the desk with my computer, barely enough space for the chair. I am in front… →
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Just Married
“He’s gone,” Trish shouted to her brother. “But to the dog?” “What are we going to do Quall?” “Maybe, maybe, maybe just talk to the family?” “No! His in-laws don’t have me anywhere in writing.” “Well, we have to do something. He was our only income.” “What are we going to do!” She started to… →
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The Jobber
Dad powerbombed El Guero onto the ring as the referee counted to three. “The winner of the match as form of pinfall, Red Fantasma!” I came to the ring with my sister, she hugged Dad, but all I could focus on was my reflection on the belt over his shoulder. That day was the day… →
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Grounded In My Room 