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I'd been working on a story about illegal Mexican immigrants in San Antonio, Texas, and chanced to see a newspaper item about a Sunday bullfight across the border in Nuevo Laredo. 'This Calesero was both prepared and willing to do; it was an assignment of honour, but it was also a miserable d, and if we swerved to avoid her we would be thrown on the pebbled shoulder of the road, where we would die in a smashup. He could feel the strange liquid altering his normal behaviour and tried to fight against it; he had the distin