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Whether it had been a particularly difficult year only my parents knew. We’d still managed to make it to school everyday like we normally did. On Saturdays like clockwork we’d all pack into the chocolate, our fudge brown colored, four door, rusty sedan, and drive down to the Valley Mart in town for mamá to do the weekly grocery shopping for the household. Eggs and milk were mainstays on our shopping list and so long as we had beans and rice to go along with them, we were in pretty good shape. For school there were always clean clothes waiting for us in the morning…
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