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Salvadoran With an Ankle Monitor

I stood in the aisle of the plane in Dallas waiting to get off after a short flight from San Antonio. I was row 30; it would be awhile. A young mother stood in front of me; her young daughter cradled in her arm leaning on one shoulder. Her other shoulder sagged under...

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