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The Other End Is Worse

Whenever Estrella Bonaventura walked past the ornamental bulls, she patted them on the rump. “Still here, boys?” she’d cackle. She’d made serious money on her “art.” Chivo the former bull said, “I hate that witch, that bruja. I’m humiliated!” Nix … Continue reading

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