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October 5, 2005

Ted: Run for the Border

Fucking Americans. Si, si. I know this is a debrief and I should be calm. I know I should have been able to blend in with the migrants. Why couldn't I? Because all they cared about was getting more greenbacks to send home, dammit! No sense of pride, no national fervor, not interested in returning the land to Mexico. When Jefe got killed, I knew this mission was a complete failure. I got paid for working the fields, yes. But it wasn't enough to pay for printing the handbills. I LET INS deport me. They sure as hell weren't looking.

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