Chapter 8

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"God, I"m tired of supporting the lowlifes in this town. I work my ass off and have nothing to show for it." "What are you talking about, Poppy? You don"t pay or give anyone anything." Miguel Santanez, the grandfather and father of the eight younger family members sat on the front porch. He could have lost his temper and criticized his grandson for making such a slow-witted comment. Instead, he decided to use this as a teaching opportunity. The fourteen-year-old needed a lesson about life and the world the Santanez family contended with each day. After all, the boy was still in government school learning nothing other than what the World Council approved and wanted him to hear. To a youngster like Ramon, what he heard in school sounded wonderful. But it was a pile of crap that kept every

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