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Pindo Alvarez went through the sixth grade with me. He was the type of person who couldn’t be bothered. His Poppy was so affluent that when the Mummenschan arrived riding bareback on the Liebensteiner ponies, he was nonplussed. I thought I saw God just hearin’ about it. We were poor. We never saw ponies before. Pindo was a prick bastard. And then some.
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