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Roy was upright in the passenger seat as they crossed the border. His eyes wide and eager to take in everything. Every movement. Every miniscule difference. He hinged on an expectation to witness men in ponchos. Wide brimmed sombreros. A standoff con pistolas. Or drug deal gone awry. What he saw was sand in the streets where emaciated dogs sniffed throu…
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