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i met jesus today. he didn’t care what it said on his sweatshirt the brand. the design. it was in english. we looked each other in the eyes after a sweaty game of soccer on the dirt field with a size 4 ball. and called each other mentirosa for adding points to our scores that weren’t really made. beaded black eyes. didn’t need anything i was used to. didn’t want anything that wasn’t there. ensenada breeze. mi maestro en español. i, his teacher of english. jesus and i bonded for at least 4 hours. as the ten-year-old gave a ‘don’t go’ look but with a confident expectation that i would beg to come back.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
el sauzal
i met jesus today. he didn’t care what it said on his sweatshirt the brand. the design. it was in english. we looked each other in the eyes after a sweaty game of soccer on the dirt field with a size 4 ball. and called each other mentirosa for adding points to our scores that weren’t really made. beaded black eyes. didn’t need anything i was used to. didn’t want anything that wasn’t there. ensenada breeze. mi maestro en español. i, his teacher of english. jesus and i bonded for at least 4 hours. as the ten-year-old gave a ‘don’t go’ look but with a confident expectation that i would beg to come back.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
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