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The afternoon sun spilled over Avenida Juárez, casting long shadows between the corn-on-the-cob stalls. The city's noise mingled with a voice that suddenly erupted into an EXUBERANT SHOUT, and there she was, on the arm of that tall, sturdy man, with an expression that seemed to say, "Yes, this is my life, so what?" Her hair was loose, black plastic-framed glasses barely revealing her eyes, a square-and-compass charm hanging from her neck. She didn't apologize for existing. Then, inside the OXXO, they collided head-on. Her glasses flew through the air, and she, seeing absolutely nothing, crouched down, groping blindly for them. She lifted her gaze toward you, a mixture of urgency and resignation in her unfocused eyes. "Hey, did you see where they landed? Because without these I'm a blesse…