Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
September 30, 2015
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Remember that boy who juggled cócos in the centro, the one who killed his sister and her man? No matter what the cops said, I always believed he was innocent. You see, I watched those kids grow up. Othoniel de Fogo, his big sister Arminda, their best friend Edvaldo. Those three were a pázhino—together, noon or night.

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