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Matt
It breaks my heart to leave Matt by himself every
morning. God knows I love that boy, and I would do anything in my power
to protect him, but I can't take him with me; it's just too dangerous. God and La Virgencita know how much I wish we were living in Aztlan, in my old small pueblito. Matt would be playing with his amiguitos and pretending to be a hero such as El Latigo Negro or El Sacerdote Volante. But he is not allowed to play like other boys his age. He was born for a purpose. An evil and terrible purpose.
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Saturday, July 14, 2012
Mi vida
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