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The Park on Benton.


Mi buela used to take me and my sister to the park 

with a big green slide.

When we would walk, she would

tell me and my sister to hold hands and not to 

look at the men we would pass. 

She would tell us to go play but not get close to

the men drinking by the big green slide. 

this is where i learned, not to get close to men. 

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i just hope you take something from this.

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