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Fifteen to Eighteen She came out of church dressed like her other life, purple, ready for the parties and las palizas , carrying the eighty extra pounds of luggage she pawned at the santero’s house the day before. "Funny how a lonely day can make a person say…" The first time I felt mutual kisses, whispers nibbling on my ears, under the cover invitations penetrating, taking flight, he was a friend of the family. I went along with the salutations. "Funny how I often seem to pick and find another dream…" The boxer and La Lupe taking my imagination into humidity. We were one, him standing behind me, his hands on my neckline, lips on lips, a lucky charm locked on my collar. "This is my life and I ...