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| when i came to mexico it was crazy well the things i remember. it was dark like i could barely do anything for days. | |
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| so many people were coming in the truck we were in. | |
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| then this little kid was in the same truck he wouldnt stop crying. at one point the coyette guy who was taking us he took them out cause they were getting annoying and we left them in mexico city. | |
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| later its been days that we were out of the truck and we were at the border of mexico to come to the us, once we got there it was pitch quiet . | |
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| but once we passed it the guy let us out and we took off my mom and i we ran to where my uncles were staying at and then they brought us over here to naples florida. | |
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