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He could see that I was scared, but he hit me anyway. The noxious odor of the unruly crowd was suffocating as I gasped for air. It tasted of cheap beer and empanada, dirty mouths and bad breath. I recoiled from the officer’s billy club with a mixture of anger ... read more

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