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September 15, 2017 ~by David Quiroz

It was 9:05 am

I was standing across

room 118.

I don’t check my

phone at work,

a twelve-year-old notices everything

call me out for it.

NPR alert: “Trump Ends DACA, Calls On Congress To Act”

Text message from Carlos: “YO WTF.”

Missed call from Mom*heart emoji*

Voicemail from Mom*heart emoji*: {hijo, no te preocupes,

por favor llámame}

Text message from Mom*heart emoji*:Te quiero, no te preocupes

“Mr. is on his phone!”

Gabriel screamed from across.

I don’t check my

phone at work.

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