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I put on my shoes and started south down my block, blasting “Enema of the State” to drown out the lull of helicopters and sirens. I sprinted and let it all out of me. I ran from my pitchless stories, my guilt and fears. I ran from my indecisiveness, my apathy and self-inflicted wounds. I ran until my back ached and my legs couldn’t take it anymore, then I stopped. The forgotten on Jefferson, packing their carts with bottles from the lavanderia. Two gordidos, no older than 7, scooting down Raymond on skateboards, their mothers watching from inside barricades of…