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"So, Miss Davis. Your husband..."
"Ex, husband, Mr. Hunt."
"I'm sorry. Ex-husband."
She was a persistant, fiesty one. She had the look of a Bronc fan after a loss. And I knew those looks.
"Where...where does your ex-husband live, Ms. Davis?"
"Oh, he splits time between Los Angelos and Oakland. Frankly, I couldn't tell you exactly. I think he also said something about Mexico City."
That's where it hit me like a bull. Mexico City. My god the memories arose from me like...something that rises quickly.
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