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... e riverbank downstream from Guadalajara.
This was also part of the regular turf of the Michoacán Family.
One often saw drug traffickers in pickup trucks, patrolling the area.
They were terrified, too, with the Northern Army just in Sinaloa State, guns pointed directly at their heads—it was probably too late to surrender.
But for the people at dawn, life still went on.
A local woman, laboring to drag a cart full of laundry that needed washing, her expressio ...
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