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  • I grew up in the Foreign Service. My father was a general in Matamoros, Mexico.

    I must have been about 4.

    We used to pass by this place made of metal bars right in town by the side of the road. The police would lock people up there.

    My dad would drive by and say I better be good or he would put me in there.
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