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[first lines]
Mauricio: Good morning, Azul. Know who this is?
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[last lines]
El Mariachi: [voiceover] All I wanted was to be a mariachi, like my ancestors. But the city I thought would bring me luck brought only a curse. I lost my guitar, my hand, and her. With this injury, I may never play the guitar again. Without her, I have no love. But with the dog and the weapons, I'm prepared for the future.
Consuelo Gómez
Extended Reading
