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Digital-Desert :
Mojave Desert
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"It is so, senora," he said solemnly, "I go to the Marionette, I work, I eat meat — pie — frijoles — good, ver' good. I come home sad'day nigh' I see my fam'ly. I play lil' game poker with the boys, have lil' drink wine, my money all gone. My fam'ly have no money, nothing eat. All time I work at mine I eat, good, ver' good grub. I think sorry for my fam'ly. No, no, senora, I no work no more that Marionette, I stay with my fam'ly." The wonder of it is, I think, that the family had the same point of view. Page 7 of 16 > next |
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