Thank you for beta'ing, MsSchneeheide!

Mi amor,

When I'm with you, I'm happy and safe.

Pero deep down, I'm hiding a secret que sé que debería decirte.

that I know I should tell you

Siento que si te digo, you won't like me anymore.

I feel if I tell you

I know you said I can tell you anything but I am scared to tell you and what you will think of me.

I hate this feeling.

Quiero decirte, pero I want you continue to love me and me to feel better about this.

I want to tell you, but

There was a time where I lost myself. De vuelta en la secundaria cuando estaba con Dean.

Y luego hasta los treinta y uno. Ahora, estoy asustada of what will happen to yo y mis hijas.

Back in high school when I was with Dean. And until I was thirty-one. Now, I'm scared

I don't want to be a mess.

Te quiero mucho, Diablo.

Besos y abrazos,

Xoxo

Blanca

As Diablo reads her letter a few times over, he gets tears in his eyes. He can just hear her beautiful voice speaking the words that she'd written him in cursive. He doesn't have a clue of how to help her if she isn't here or telling him what's wrong. He can guess though, that it has something to do with Litvack, maybe having a vendetta against Blanca and her daughters because Dean has died. If Diablo had known Litvack was the reason they left, he would've hunted him down and killed the bastard. Thankfully, he's been arrested for attempted murder and sentenced to twenty years in prison. Ramón was in recovery and Karla and Benji had been by his side as much as they could be.

"Hey..." one of the methhead prostitutes greets Maritza. She's thin and white with brown, greasy, tangled hair and yellow, rotting teeth. Maritza hungrily eyes her package of Cool Ranch Doritos that she's eating. "I heard you're Humps' favorite slut now." She snickers.

"Fuck off, Angie," Shani hisses as she takes a seat beside Maritza. "Nicky's cracked out 'cause 'a you."

"She always is, Nefertitty. Your choice to bang a junkie." Angie gets up and leaves. Shani flips her off behind her back.

"What was that about?" Maritza wants to know. "Your girl overdosed? I hope not..."

"No, the bitch just sold her crack cocaine and heroin and now Melanie's extremely high," Shani explains as Hellman walks by them. "She's always telling me she wants to get clean, but her drug addiction is like a disease that she can't control. So now, Pornstache and Enders are each having a turn with her."

"Oh, poor girl. I'm sorry..."

"Have you ever been to a homeless shelter in Portland?" Brook asks as she comes up to Maritza and Shani. "I was there once, and they had the worst bedbugs! So I used bean leaves to trap them."

Maritza lifts her shoulders up and down. "Nah, but that's cool, I guess."

"You know, my life wasn't always like this." Brook gestures around the area.

"Mm-hm, she used to be a hippie chick, Nicky says," Shani puts in.

"Do you miss it?" Maritza wants to know.

Brook shakes her head and stares off boredly. "No. My former best friend Meadow was at a different college than me...I went to UCB to study improv while she was in Chico. It was a three-hour drive, and the last time she visited me, we had a fight, because she, her boyfriend Seamus, our mutual buddies Trey Anastasio and Brittani-that's with an I, and my ex, Ethan-they all dared me to get into prostitution with Oren as my pimp, since I liked him and all and he became my boyfriend. I thought being a sex worker would be fun and daring...but it really isn't! It's just plain dumb."

Maritza scoffs. She glances at Brook, trying to ignore the ramblings tumbling from her mouth. "Yeah, no shit. You don't even need the money, if you were rich enough to afford college."

Brook continues on about Trey's ultra-smelly BO, Brittani's eigth of a strawberry kush hybrid that she'd snuck into a concert, and how she wanted to receive a hug from some saint named Amma, but she chose not to since she, Meadow, and Seamus had spent two hours in line and the couple got sick of waiting for so long. Seamus pretended to be ill from the sun and chia pudding, but he and Meadow just wanted to make love. Maritza regrets engaging in conversation with Brook. She awkwardly turns away and rolls her eyes as she and Shani exchange a smile. The Asian sex worker can't seem to shut up about how she had it so bad when Maritza went through something a million times worse and is still suffering. It's not like Brook couldn't have made other friends who would stay with her, and she'd made a conscious decision to leave when her pals did. That was stupid on her part.

A young, blonde, Caucasian woman who looks just as strung-out as Angie, strolls in. "I know who's dick you were sucking just now. Why do you even go near that creep?" Brook asks her.

"I blow Pornstache for meth, duh! The stuff is awesome!"

"Yeah? Your pimply skin and decayed teeth are telling me otherwise! No wonder Mr. Stratman didn't want you!"

"Actually, he danced for me, cunt! We even almost kissed! What the fuck did he do for you?"

"He said I looked like Pocahontas and that he's not into Amish chicks who wear bonnets." Brook snickers.

"You do know that ho is in that Disney character's name, right? Zeke called me Nancy Drew. He was actually a good guy, whereas yours was a piece of shit! You failed at romance, and not only that, you didn't follow through with your school's food strike, you claim you're not fully Asian, and you can't decide whether you like boys or girls! At least I've got a mom who loved me once. Yours was just domineering."

"Mm-hm, well, you suck, period, that's all you ever do!"

"Who's that?" Maritza asks. "I only know her as one of the gossipers, along with Angie."

"Leanne Taylor, she and Angie Rice are best friends and love to spread things around...including STDs, like worms," Shani explains. "Angie's been itching down there for three whole months in a row. So, she just gives the customers head since no one wants to screw her."

Maritza shudders as she watches Leanne angrily push Brook. "Ugh! Is, um, Stratman...a regular client?"

"No, he's a male stripper who Vee took the straight girls to see," Shani responds.

"Hey, Lilo and Stich, knock it off!" Pennsatucky hollers at the bickering sex workers.

Leanne folds her arms across her chest and sneers. "Oh look, it's Coates' bottom bitch." She points at Brook. "She started it."

"I don't give a shit. You know that our madam and pimps want peace and harmony here. So be quiet! Or else Hellman is gonna force you two to make out."

"Fine..." they grumble together.

"What's the beef there, Leanne can't stand Brook 'cause she's Chatty Kathy?" Maritza asks in a hushed tone when they leave.

Pennsatucky clears her throat when Coates comes up behind her and rubs her upper arms while chewing on her neck. "Mm, so Megan and Eri have been at each other's throats since Eri got here! Megan's always bullying her and shit, she even picks on me, and at first, Eri insulted Megan by showing up late for a john they were both about to please, so Eri apologized, but she started giggling during her apology since she got nervous...and Megan didn't take her seriously. She constantly trips Eri and verbally abuses her."

"Can't she just, like...go?" Maritza wonders aloud. "No one is keeping any of you here..." She looks over at Pennsatucky's gross-looking pimp. "Right?"

"The hotties here know that they'd have no place to stay if they left. They're too ashamed to face their families."

Maritza recoils at Coates' creepy grin. He walks away from them with Pennsatucky following.

"It sucks that y'all are trapped," Maritza tells Shani, who nods silently.

Daddy and a white girl with brown hair stride to them. "'Sup, ladies, this is Amber." She gestures at the newcomer. "She's trying to earn her way through vet school, and Felipe can't wait to meet her."

"It's a pleasure," Amber says, shaking hands with them.

"Excuse her pun," Daddy mutters, smirking, and they all laugh.

Querida Flaca,

Lo siento. It wasn't fair of me to say que no podías decirle a nuestros otros amigos por qué Mami, Raiza y yo tuvimos que irnos. Like, some of them, you can. Elena and Ceci, I'm fine with them knowing since Gloria probably does and she's close to mi mamá, pero that's it.

that you couldn't tell our other friends about why Mom, Raiza and I had to leave.

Te amo, hermana.

-Maritza

After she finishes reading her best friend's letter, Flaca throws away the envelope with no return address. She walks upstairs, holding the note with slanted penmanship to her heart. Even though Flaca has her group of friends, she feels alone. Maria sometimes calls her Mopey Dopey, Daya doesn't always hang out with them since she's with Claire and Paolo, and Flaca can't connect with Daisy quite as well as she could with Maritza. Those two girls don't seem to have any problems in their lives. Not even Ian can cheer her up. She knows she'll always have her mom. She's only really tight with Elena, Ceci, Cat, and Ashley-Katherine, but they have others they're close to. It's like each girl in her clique has her own platonic soul mate, but Flaca doesn't. Hers is gone.

She lays on her hot pink bed, puts on headphones, and plays The Smiths' music. She doesn't even notice Theresa come in until she sees her mother standing before her.

"Ay, Mami, you didn't even knock!" she grumbles, sliding off her headphones. "¿Qué?"

"En realidad lo hice." Theresa sits on the edge of Flaca's bed. "You must not have heard me thanks to that depressing band you love so much."

Actually, I did.

Flaca scowls at her. "The style is emo. It's supposed to be bleak."

Theresa sighs. "Sé que estás triste porque Maritza se fue, mi niña. So, quería ver si podía animarte. How about your favorite telenovela y tacos con salsa caliente?"

I know you're sad because Maritza left, my girl. I wanted to see if I could cheer you up.

"Gracias, Mami, sé que estás tratando de ayudar, pero eso no traerá de vuelta a Maritza." Flaca sniffles and blinks back tears.

Thank you, Mom, I know you're trying to help, but it won't bring Maritza back.

Theresa gives her a sympathetic look. She strokes Flaca's hair, cups her chin, and kisses her cheek. "I miss Blanca as well...but I try to look on the bright side. They've sent us two letters each now, and it's not even been a week yet. They're alive and they're in a New York City shelter until they get back on their feet, so not far. I know it sounds horrible, but since they wouldn't be able to afford housing in the Big Apple, a shelter is the best option...pero I can't help but ask why they chose one of the most expensive places in the world! No wonder they're down on their luck..."

Flaca nods. "Sí...Maritza did say she and her family were safe, and the only reason they moved all the way to New York City, was so that nadie de nuestra escuela o de los lugares de trabajo de Blanca los vería, but they'd still be in our state." She'd omitted the other reason of their quick departure on purpose. "Pero, they're wandering around like nomads since sometimes, los refugios están llenos."

nobody from our school or Blanca's workplaces would see them. the shelters are full.

Theresa gazes off sadly. "Sí...pero tengo fe en ellas. Blanca will get new jobs and be able to provide for her and her girls...and hopefully, enroll them back into both of their schools."

Yes...but I have faith in them.

"Mm-hm..."

"That's all you told him?!"

Silence.

"¡Mami!"

Blanca exhales sharply. "¿Qué más quieres que te diga, Maritza? ¿Confesarle al hombre que amo, que le he mentido todo este tiempo? He'll be furious!"

What more do you want me to say, Maritza? Confess to the man I love that I have lied to him all this time?

Maritza rolls her eyes. "Noooo, he won't. He'll be relieved that you finally gave him an answer to why you just up and left him like that. I told Flaca the truth. She wasn't mad at me, she understood. Unless Diablo's got a short fuse you never talked about, he'll have the same reaction. Por favor, Mami...él sabe cómo se ve Dean, podría encontrarlo y matarlo por nosotras."

he knows what Dean looks like, he could find him and kill him for us.

Blanca shakes her head. "No puedo decirle."

I can't tell him.

"Are you a Domini-can or a Domini-can't?" Maritza asks firmly.

"You don't get it, Mari. Dean used to bully mi novio in high school...and he's been trained to use a gun and arrest people since he's an ICE agent, so chances are, if Diablo finds him, mi hombre podría estar en peligro."

my man could be in danger.

"You could just say not to look for him," Maritza suggests.

"He will anyway."

"He deserves to sé la verdad, eso es todo lo que digo."

know the truth, that's all I'm saying.

Blanca considers her daughter and then nods in agreement.

"Ay dios mío, really?" Elena asks.

Ceci frowns. "So, you're saying Blanca's like...our mom?"

"Sí," Flaca answers them. "Pero, it's a secret, so..." She mimes zipping her lips shut. "Don't blab to the other girls."

"We won't!" Elena assures her. "Pobre ella, sin embargo. Pobres Maritza y Raiza, también."

Poor her, though. Poor Maritza and Raiza, too.

"I know," Flaca mumbles sadly.

Blanca emerges suddenly, glancing around the bathroom with a wary expression. Quickly, she closes and locks the door while breathing heavily. She brings Maritza in for a hug, being cautious of Maritza's large scrape under the gauze. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry..." She pecks Maritza's temple and holds her. "Lo siento, mi querida," she whispers, her eyes glistening. She gives Maritza a bottle of water and chips. "Here's your snack, I know that scrape took a lot out of you..."

"Gracias. It's his fault, not yours..." Maritza wraps her arms around Blanca's waist and takes her food and drink.

"No, I...I made him mad..."

"Did you drop the plates?"

"I...I don't think I did." Blanca sounds unsure and she winces. "Maybe...but I don't know."

"Well, either way, he shouldn't get so furious at you."

"Sí..." Blanca presses ice to her black eye and then her bloody bottom lip. "Come on, let's go see your sister. We've got some time to ourselves since the game is on and dinner isn't till seven. Let's hope the Cardinals win."

"Mm-hm." If their home team loses, Dean will be in an even worse mood, which means he'll take it out on everyone in the house, even little Raiza. So, Maritza just prays that the Cardinals take home the gold. "Hey...do you think we could pack up and leave through the window..." Off Blanca shaking her head quickly, Maritza stops herself with a sad sigh.

"He demands that I make him snacks throughout. If he doesn't see me right away, he'll come up and...you know."

Maritza nods solemnly with a sniffle. A lump grows in her throat and her chest tightens. She's so angry and sad that their life is this terrible, but at least there's a lot of love between them.

"I never wanted you to get hurt, baby."

"I don't care if it means preventing him from killing you," Maritza states. "I know I'm not the one he wants dead."

Blanca's face turns even more somber and she gulps while putting comforting arms around Maritza and squeezing her tight. Stroking her hair, she drops a kiss to her crown, and then Maritza begins crying softly within her mom's embrace.

"Quiero ir a la escuela...like around here. We won't stink that bad, at least not on the first day. We're gonna take showers and look all nice, right, Mami?"

I wanna go to school

Blanca shakes her head sadly and puts a comforting hand on Maritza's arm. "No. Lo siento, Mari, pero it's too risky."

Maritza hums. "What if we changed our names and appearances? Like, I could go as Yessica Spencer...y odrías ser un descendiente directo de Frida Kahlo o Rosario Dawson, el primer nombre que elijas...they'd totally buy it! Y Raiza..." Her baby sister glances at her in interest. "What do you wanna be called if you weren't Raiza Flores?"

You could be either a direct descendant of Frida Kahlo or Rosario Dawson, your choice of the first name

Raiza appears to think as she taps her chin with her finger. "Umm...Princesita Butterfly Magic!" She grins and Maritza giggles. Blanca joins in shortly after. A while later, though, Blanca gives Maritza a stern look.

"What?"

"It's fun to use our imagination, pero todos por aquí saben que estamos sin hogar. ¿No sería extraño comprar disfraces? Tendríamos preguntas desde que terminó Halloween. ¡El principal es de quién o de qué estamos huyendo!"

everyone around here knows we're homeless. Wouldn't it look strange to buy disguises? We'd get questions since Halloween is over. The main one being who or what are we running from!

Maritza folds her arms over her chest and huffs. "Well, what do you think's gonna happen when you gotta work? You'll have to ¡disfrazarse de todos modos!"

disguise yourself anyways!

"No tengo dinero...and I'm not gonna let you pay for your own education and Raiza's. Ya estás pagando por nuestra comida y agua. I feel bad enough. Cuando consiga un trabajo, hablaremos sobre ir a la escuela y crear nuevas identidades para nosotras mismas."

I don't have money. you're already paying for our food and water. When I get a job, we'll talk about going to school and creating new identities for ourselves

"Okay..."

When Litvack invaded the Córdova home, Gloria and her sons hadn't been there. They were with Lourdes, and Karla was more than happy about that. They'd all been scarred enough. Now, Karla, Gloria, and Margarita are sitting around Karla's kitchen table, eyes scanning over what Blanca has written them.

Chicas,

I hope you're all doing well. Muchas gracias por tu ayuda y being there for me in general. Maritza has a cleaning job and I'm trying to find un trabajo myself. Pero, I need to watch Raiza and I can't just leave her by herself in a shelter or Dios forbid, the streets. Dean hasn't found us yet, so we're as okay as we can be. We're still hanging in there...in New York City. Karla, I hope pregnancy ain't killing you too much.

Thank you so much for your help and

Tu amiga,

Blanca

"Bueno, me alegro de que estén bien...pero it sounds like they're homeless sometimes," Karla murmurs, rubbing her protruding belly. "I just wish Dean was dead. That's all...porque no matter where they go, they could encounter that monster."

Well, I'm glad they're okay.

"Lo sé," Gloria agrees, propping her chin on her fist. "Hopefully, someone will help them como si me hubieras ayudado, Karla." The two women exchange a smile.

like you helped me

"I was happy to help lay out the plans of how they'd get outta here," Margarita tells them. "I gotta do right by my cousin Trina and protect her daughter."

"Well, you got experience, you've successfully hid RJ from Vee for what, two years now?" Karla asks.

Margarita nods. "We're always vigilant, but luck's been on our side."

"Yeah, you always wanna make sure you see the predator first," Gloria murmurs. The doorbell rings and she gets it.

"Oh, hey, Lei..."

"You bitches didn't invite me?" Aleida marches down the hallway and into the dining area with her arms folded and eyes narrowed. Karla discreetly hides the letter, not wanting Aleida to know anything until Blanca tells her or gives the other ladies the okay to do so. "Yeah, I saw Margarita's fancy-ass blue convertible out front when I came by to visit y'all."

Gloria inhales and exhales slowly. "Okay, you caught us. We're trying to get you both to be friends."

"Yeah, just because Cesar decided to be a playa, don't mean you gotta hate on each other!" Karla adds.

Aleida eyes Margarita warily. "I'll believe that."

"Mm-hm, I'm not even with him anymore! Las dos sabemos he got so many side hoes that his entree keeps getting pushed off the plate. I got sick of being left in the dust, so I ditched him. You oughta do the same, but I know you won't, since your self-esteem's been on the floor since I metcha."

we both know

"Hey, that motherfucker got you pregnant, you should have at least let him be a father to your baby."

"Nah, I don't want him to know her...he's a serial impregnator, probably got seven thousand kids all over the globe already!"

At Margarita's statement, Gloria and Karla start cracking up. They've needed a good laugh for what's felt like such a long time. Aleida just scowls and slumps down on the couch.

As soon as she gets herself up in the early morning, Blanca makes a sign on a piece of cardboard: homeless, please help-I have two children and we're dreaming of a safe place to live.

Maritza throws it into a nearby dumpster as soon as she comes back from a burger place that's right around the corner. "Raiza shouldn't live like this and neither should I! You're our mom! You gotta take care of us and not just give up! Sometimes I feel like I'm the only strong one!" her daughter almost yells at her. "Look, I understand that we had to sell our suitcases for a huge, ugly black garbage bag to put all our shit in, but...that's the farthest I'm goin'! You and I need more jobs! Who the fuck cares if we're wandering around like nomads and smelly and dirty? There's a local laundromat here somewhere, I provide cosmetics, lotion, and Kleenex, and we use welfare! There's public showers and free food since I supply it! You have like, a thousand friends! Come on, Mami...please...you didn't get us out of our nightmare for nothing."

Blanca sighs. Her daughter's right, she needs to toughen up. "I'm sorry, Mari. I want to protect you nenas...but so far, since nos hemos quedado sin hogar, I haven't been doing a good job."

we've become homeless

Maritza hums and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, I know." She narrows her eyes and something crashes to the ground behind Blanca, making her jump in surprise. She glances over her shoulder.

"Okay, what the fuck...how did that empty pizza box fall out of the bin if it was shut?"

"It was probably sticking out and about to escape from the pile of trash! It's hella windy. Anyway...we're at rock bottom, and we need to find a way to climb back up to the top."

Blanca is seventeen-and-a-half when she graduates high school. She searches for Dean in the audience, but only finds Karla holding two-year-old Maritza on her shoulders. Her daughter raises her arms in the air. "Yaaay, Mamí!" the cute little girl shouts. Blanca giggles and blows a kiss at them. She's relieved that he isn't present; maybe she can finally leave him for good. When she gets her diploma, Dean shows up. She doesn't really want him there at all. There's a catch to it; he's not being nice and supporting her education. He just wants to make sure she won't run away. She knows that.

"Hey, get a fuckin' job!" Les Nichols' frustrated voice interrupts Blanca from her thoughts and she stops jiggling her almost empty cup at people passing by for a moment. She's only collected a quarter and two dimes. Rich folks are cheap.

"Yo, I can tell her that, not you, asshole! If you don't got money for us, just leave," Maritza snaps.

"Yeah, Les, honestly, that's so rude," the younger, dark-haired woman he's with scolds him. "I'm sorry," she apologizes while dropping a dollar into Blanca's cup.

"Gracias," Blanca mumbles.

He gestures at Maritza and Raiza. "These your kids?" Blanca nods. "You're insane, staying out here when it's this cold, and putting the children through it, too."

Blanca glares in his direction. "What do you know about takin' care of little ones, huh, viejo? Last I saw Nicky, she felt abandoned by you and your wife! You never loved her, not really. You also don't know our story. We'd like to be inside, but the shelters are crowded thanks to this freezing weather. So go choke on your acid reflux and shut the fuck up, cabrón!" Blanca spits at him.

"Crazy bitch!" he mutters and walks away.

Maritza just shakes her head and Raiza blows him a raspberry, but he's already gone.

"I was gonna tell him I've seen his daughter go in the direction of the Indigo Club sometimes, but...he wouldn't care. Plus, I ain't even sure it's really her. She has curly hair in the photos...but this girl didn't." Maritza's voice is softer now that she's sitting next to Blanca, instead of standing over her like she had been before.

"I can call Red from a pay phone and let her know...but maybe next time you see her, really look at her and try comparing her face to the one in the posters," Blanca suggests.

"I will."

Ay, mi Diablo,

You make me happy when I'm with you.

You make me feel special.

You mean a lot to me.

We make a perfect couple.

I hope that we can be together forever.

Por eso estaba asustada de decirte esto al principio, pero ahora lo haré. Por favor, no te enojes conmigo, pero entiendo si lo estás cuándo you reach the end of this note.

That's why I was scared to tell you this at first, but now, I will. Please don't be mad at me, but I understand if you are by the time

So, the real reason we left so quickly, is because Maritza saw Litvack at Martin Van Buren High. He didn't notice her, thank goodness, pero no queríamos arriesgarnos a que nos viera cerca de Queens. He'd for sure pass on that information to Dean, that we're in Nueva York. Dean isn't dead...I only said that so I wouldn't seem like I had too much baggage. Al menos si estaba muerto, podría dejar atrás mi pasado y we'd all be assured that he wouldn't be coming back. He's probably been hunting for us since we escaped his clutches in October. It's only sheer luck that he hasn't found us yet.

but we didn't want to risk him seeing us anywhere near Queens. At least if he was dead, I could leave my past behind and

Pero por favor,no vengas a la ciudad de Nueva York buscándonos y tratando de salvarnos. Hay demasiadas personas aquí y cualquiera con quien nos quedemos estará en peligro potencial.

Lo siento mucho, mi vida, pero esto no terminará hasta que Dean se haya ido para siempre. We're fine for now, don't worry.

don't come to New York City looking for us and trying to save us. There are just too many people here and whoever we stay with will be in potential danger. I'm so sorry, my love, but this won't be over until Dean is gone for good.

Te amo,

Blanca, tu hermosa paloma xoxo

your beautiful dove

A red lipstick print is beside her signature at the very bottom, Blanca Raiza Flores, and Diablo runs his hand over his face, overwhelmed. On one hand, he wishes Blanca had told him everything in person, but on the other, he can understand why she didn't.

"Another letter from Blanca, huh, Dad?" Laronne asks, climbing up on the chair beside him.

"Sí, mijo." Diablo murmurs, ruffling his hair.

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah...I really hope so."

"Me, too."

Diablo's telephone rings and he answers it. "Hola."

"Hola, it's Ramón."

"How ya feelin', buddy?" Diablo asks.

"Better...I may go back to work mañana. ¿Y cómo estás?"

and how are you?

Diablo grins at this. "Sweet! Estoy felíz de escucharlo. ¡Estoy genial, recibí otra carta de Blanca!"

I'm happy to hear it. I'm great, just got another letter from Blanca!

"Awesome! Karla says she's in la ciudad...pero, por qué did she move there in the first place, ¿si es tan caro?"

if it's so expensive?

"She wanted to stay dentro del estado. It feels like home to her here in Queens...she knows the place, ella había conocido gente buena allí. She thought and hoped that maybe in the back of her mind, she'd get to see us all again someday, if she was close by."

within the state. she had known good people there

"Oh man, that makes sense..."

"Yeah, I'm gonna try my hardest to find her and her girls and bring them back safely. I can't bear to think of them in such poverty!"

"Estoy de acuerdo, ¡es horrible! ¡Realmente te deseo suerte!"

I agree, it's awful! I really wish you luck!

"Gracias, amigo."

"De nada."

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