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I sit at the coffe shop in a mexican town,
waiting for my clothes from the laundromat.
Expats gather here in the morning.
I wonder why they call themselfes expats....they still ooze patriotism.
Corpulent upper middle class women flaunt their diamond rings.
Husbands...ex military....bragging about their achievements.
"We live in paradise!" they say
"We own a gorgeous house by the beach....and a boat...
and the mexican gardener
and the mexican cleaning lady
are so cheap."
 
I wonder how the Mexicans feel about paradise...
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