The Distant Summer

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I The district of Tondo is a machine that grinds its own gears, a place where the air tastes of diesel and wet concrete, and the only clock that matters is the one on the Bureau wall. I am Juan Cruz, thirty-two, and I have three days to secure a permanent visa before the festival begins, though there is nothing to celebrate. My trade is home health aid; I have three clients, two of whom are...

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