Adonde van los desaparecidos?
Y porque es que se desaparecen?
Porque no todos somos iguales
Today, the man at Starbucks, the shaggy-haired father of one, afflicted with use of the word "bro," asked me how my SAT went. He never took it, he said. His parents sent him off to drug rehab in Utah at the tender age of 17. I
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