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The little Hispanic girl at the stationer's
on Park Avenue South just now
asked me my name， and repeated Tonio
when I replied Tony. ？Estranjero？
Is he a foreigner？
she asked her embarrassed mother，
the proprietor1， as I was leaving with
the red pens I had bought
for editing English but now
used to delete the No，
fu nacido aqu
I had been about to say，
to show that I too was a native.
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