They come in shackles. They hold their shackled wrists up to the bus window and blow kisses. We hold hearts and shout, “Lo queremos” (We love you) and “No estan solos” (You are not alone).But are they alone? Even the one who manages to open the slot at the back of the bus and poke …
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