I can already feel you creepin up, above me, from under... behind and approaching... slowly, but steadily I can feel it ....you will take me over. I am your master! Slave!
:A thickquid fog,,,, dark and disturbing, pertrbing, penetrating... but I am a fortress and you will NOT overwhelm me... I hold you at bay behind my walls, attempting to push through, but I will not avail you of what is within... only as much as want - back up off me! Stand down- fall back....
I am YOUR MASTER! SLAVE!
thusly it ensues! let's git on now baby!
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Illustrating a day inside San Francisco’s immigration court
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[image: Two officers escort a handcuffed person down a hallway toward a
door marked with a women's restroom sign.]
In one morning in San Francisco immigra...
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