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We’re not so different

My husband, Quinton, went with me to a two-year-old girl’s birthday party to help me with my miniature horses. When we arrived there were about 10 motorcycles parked in front, and several men with hair down to their waists stood under a tree drinking what I could only assume was lemonade.I unloaded the horses, and the children began playing with them.Quinton was approached by the birthday girl’s greatgrandpa. He told his family history and repeatedly expressed how much he loved his family. He and Quinton became fast friends. An uncle shared how he had recently moved here from California and ...

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Lamesa Press-Reporter

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Lamesa, TX 79331