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Mexican kids were now speaking quite a bit of English. Even Ramón. But he was a changed kid. There was a darkness in his eyes like a horse that had just been beaten one too many times.

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My dad, he didn't even have the eyes to see me after all of his tall, blue-eyed sons were dead. He started bellowing from the hilltop to hilltop like a madman, saying that God had forsaken him, and he had nothing more to live for, because all his sons were gone! Tears streamed down my dad's face. I was about nine or ten, the same ag

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I now began to collect pubic hair, which I figured was a much safer way to go. I'd look for pubic hair in every bathroom after the girls showered, and in my mind's eye, I'd try to match up each hair with each girl, all the while imaging her beautiful, luscious, wet, hairy, good-feeling bush. I mean, this was the summer that our pool area just seemed to be full of girls all the time. I was quickly becoming a pubic hair expert

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Mundo, you start paying closer attention to our mama and papa. They didn't get this far in life because their eyes are closed. I nodded. I'd never had a conversation like this before with my brother Joseph

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I began to realize that my parents were going to build the biggest damn house in the whole town! I was shocked! Are we rich? I asked my brother. Yes, he said. We are? Then why do I always wear dirty, old work clothes? I asked. Because we're ranchers, said my brother. We're not city people. Oh, I said, then it's okay for us to be dirty? We aren't dirty, he said, laughing. To be dirty means you never wash. We wash our clothes and take baths all the time. It's just that people that live on a ranch get dirt on themselves. My eyes went big. I'd never thought of this. My brother was really smart.

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I was TORTURED by teachers! You hear me, TORTURED! I yelled, jerking the whole podium off the floor. Hell, I flunked the third grade twice because—BECAUSE— I was crying so hard that I had to wipe the tears out of my eyes with the back of my hand, but this wasn't going to stop me. I was all guts up front now. I was in that smooth-feeling, all-true place that I got into when I'd go to my room and start writing each morning before daybreak…with all my heart and soul.

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E as you, but he couldn't see me, because I was dark and Indian-looking and didn't have blue eyes like him. Your mother and me, we are not going to forget you and your sisters like my father forgot me. I swear it!

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Seeing my mother's red shoes disappear, I almost leaped up screaming again, but then, the boy next to me said, Calmate, in Spanish, we're going to be okay, mano. I turned and looked at this boy. My God, his Spanish sounded so soft and comforting, and he was the most darkly handsome boy that I'd ever seen. His eyes were as large and beautiful as a goat's eyes. Looking at him, I stopped crying.

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