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Hector drew a chalk sword on his own arm. Lucia built a shield from a pot lid and car antennae. Chucho tied a bedsheet as a cape. Big Mando laughed
He gathered the others. Lucia, twelve, who mended radios with salvaged wire. Chucho, nine, who could run so fast the older boys called him “the wind.” And Old Man Lapu, who claimed he’d once seen John Wayne in a dream. They took turns at the hole. Big Mando laughed. “What are you