PART 1“ You’d rather marry a sixty-year-old woman than find a decent girl! ” That’s what my mother yelled at me in the middle of the yard, in front of my uncles, the neighbors, and even the gas delivery man. My name is Efraín , I’m twenty years old, I’m six feet tall, and I was born in a small ranch in Guanajuato where everyone knows everything before you’ve even finished experiencing it. At my age, most of my friends were thinking about motorcycles, beer, and girls from their class. I, on the other hand, had become the town’s favorite...
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