Netflix original drama Narcos:Mexico dropped its second season last Thursday February 13th, 2020.
#Narcos
has not yet been renewed for a 6th season.
rottentomatoes: 85%
metacritic: 80
imdb: 8.4
emmys: 3 nominations
golden globes: 2 nominations
Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo fights to keep his cocaine empire outside of Guadalajara, Mexico.
“Very early, darling. Yeah. Not even a little. Good. Have him wait on the patio, Clavel. Sure. Cynthia, I’ll take my coffee on the patio. Love, wait. Oh, wow. No, I don’t think so. It’s very nice. Put it with the others. Thank you. What’s the word on your uncle. Oh, really. I want three fucking governors tonight. The government is my partner. It doesn’t look good if they’re not here. That’s good. I’ll look into it. You’ll get your money. Like always. But I don’t want to have political problems. The government’s shitting itself over the quake. People know they’re being lied to.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“Let’s hope so. My problem isn’t volume. It’s cash flow. He’s coming tonight, right? Are you sure? My people are asking questions. I’m out of time. I have to talk to him tonight.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“Come in. Stay sharp. They might steal the silverware. You find out what time his plane lands? Do it. Let me know. I heard you, Azul.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“How are you all doing tonight? You came through. Governor, how are you? Nice to finally meet you. What’s up, Amado? What’s going on, you hiding from me? So, what’s the deal. Why isn’t Acosta here? He trying to tell me something? That’s not what I’m hearing. I paid for two new runways that are still unpaved. The man’s respected in his plaza, but… he’s old-fashioned. Doesn’t see the future. Júarez is very important. Trust me, Amado. Hmm? One day, you’ll see why. I need someone I can rely on. If that’s not you, let me know, and I find someone else. Talked to your uncle? If you talk to Neto, tell him… tell him I think about him a lot. Thank you, Güero! It’s a lovely animal. Thank you, everybody. What’s up? I know. What can you do? That’s how they are. It’s a gift, darling, no big deal. Wait tillthey get back to Sinaloa, and we’ll donate it to a zoo. I know. Of course. Thank you. You look pretty. Amazing gift, man. What a good idea. I’ll have to get one, right? I should have it on right now. Thanks for coming.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“So, anything? Shit. It’s late already. Find out if his plane landed. Let’s hope. What? Benjamín. Thank you for coming. I’ll see you later. Okay, follow me. And what about Sinaloa? More money is coming, Benjamín. But, for now, things stay as they are. What’s yours is also mine, Benjamín. Don’t forget that. Things stay as they are. You had a baby, right? That’s a pretty name. Congratulations. It’s a party. Come on. Enjoy it.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“Really? Good. Every one of these assholes would put a bullet in my head if they could get away with it. Cheers! Thank you all!” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“Thank you for coming. Means a lot that you made the trip here. I wanted to speak with you in person. About the business. Cheers. Some issues have come up. We have to adjust the terms of our arrangement. It’s not like that. No, that’s not what I’m getting at. Please, sit. There’s a more pressing issue. You see, we move your coke over the border, deliver it to whatever warehouse you ask, and then we wait. For weeks, sometimes months. The money we’re owed by you, it’s adding up. Yes, I understand. The thing is, your organization owes us over $200 million. For me, no. For my people, yes. See, I control a lot of plazas… and, right now, they’re short. I’ve used my own money to keep them going. Look… generals, governors… that’s Mexico. The neighbors to your biggest customer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to disrupt what our organizations have built. But this debt I’m carrying, it can’t go on. Told me that it’s my problem. When they get to it. You’re right. We wouldn’t. But it won’t matter. In six months, I’ll own the Colombians. Those bastards will work for me. I went on record tonight. I’m going away on business tomorrow. If it goes well, I’ll explain everything when I get back. They know you were talking to Pacho. Tell them everything is being handled.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“No. I don’t have partners.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“Listen, man, I have the protection, I have the product, transportation. Don’t get confused, Benjamín. We are partners, but this is my vision.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“You only see what’s in front of you, right? I’m talking about running the Colombians out of business. It’s about control. I’m talking about the future. This meeting is to see who has the same vision as me. Who’s on board and who isn’t.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
“I need them to fear me. The men who work for me need to be kept in line. There was an opening, and I made a move. That’s what I do, María. Comes with the territory, right? Along with the big house, all that fucking jewelry.” — Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
El Azul
“Zuno’s here. With the governors. They’re asking for you. Everyone is. Not yet. The governors–” — El Azul
“Car’s pulling up. Yeah. It’s a nice party. He’s leaving already? What did he say? What about the money they owe us? Félix, at the rate we’re going, we won’t last six months. What do I tell the plazas?” — El Azul
Benjamín Arellano Félix
“Ramón! ‘Món! Let’s go! All our stuff’s broken down? How long am I gonna have to look at this Sinaloan shit, Nestor? You counted it. Put it somewhere else, Néstor. Just get it out of the fucking way. Yeah. Yes, Enedina, I know what I’m going to say. Mmm. Well… Ramón! Anything else, Enedina? No. Hey, man. Tonight is business. I need you to be cool.” — Benjamín Arellano Félix
“Miguel Ángel. Happy birthday. Thank you. There someplace we can talk. Tijuana’s the top plaza in the federation. We have the best operations, the best contacts. We work harder. Right now, Sinaloa moves 20, 30% of their coke through Tijuana. Why shouldn’t it be moved by my family? What about them? My family can handle more. My family wants more. We’ve earned it. Cash flow is down. Give us an opportunity. All we want is what’s ours, Miguel Ángel. A girl. Ruth. After her mother.” — Benjamín Arellano Félix
Ramón Arellano Félix
“Hey, ‘Dina. Yeah. What? It’s for the drive. I’m always cool, you be cool. Lighten up a little. Let’s go, then.” — Ramón Arellano Félix
“Fucking donkeys. If they didn’t kiss Félix’s ass… they’d starve. For sure.” — Ramón Arellano Félix
Enedina Arellano Félix
“Maybe Héctor Palma forgot how a phone works. I mean, if I left 618 kilos in someone else’s warehouse, I’d show a little more courtesy. You didn’t? Take that shit somewhere else. Maybe using our plaza isn’t enough, Benjamín. We’re supposed to move it for them now too. You ready for tonight? Know what you’re going to say? It’s important, Benjamín. Our family is losing money every day. We’re getting fucked, and it needs to be dealt with. I just hope we’re sending the right person to handle it. Don’t wake up mom when you get home. And don’t let him drink too much. No. Mmm. You look so handsome. Have fun tonight.” — Enedina Arellano Félix
Cochiloco
“Hit the horn again, Güero. The guy called me, it’s already there. Everything’s cool. We got it a room. Sure, why not? Climb in, motherfucker. Hello, Mrs. Guzmán! What the fuck’s that? Trying to get your dick sucked or what? You know we were bringing wives? Hey, Guadalupe.” — Cochiloco
“Amado. He carried it here in a bag. His mommy ironed it for him. You hear what we got the boss? Fucking blow your mind, brother. Maybe 15, since it was our idea. All right.” — Cochiloco
“Ah. Just having some drinks, man. It’s a surprise, man. Yeah, we’ll bring it out later. Hey, testing. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Some fucking party the boss put together, no? I’m going to ask you to take a seat and clear the area a bit, please. Clear that side, please. We have a very special surprise today. Happy Birthday! Hit it!” — Cochiloco
“Hopefully he brought cash, no? That’s fine, man.” — Cochiloco
Héctor Palma
“Hey, man. When we get there. we need to check on the boss’s birthday present. Good. A fucking hotel, Cochi? Hello, ma’am. Fucking Chapo.” — Héctor Palma
“Amado. Nothing, just hanging. Where’s Acosta? Everything cool? You got it. Look at these two motherfuckers. Tijuana pussies made an appearance.” — Héctor Palma
“Boss… bring it, Chapo! Every jungle needs a king! Here’s to ours. Happy birthday, Miguel Ángel. Your friends from Sinaloa… salute you. Miguel Ángel. You remember Lupita? So beautiful, no? Know what’s cool? Look at them in the eye, and they won’t fuck with you. Tigers kill from behind. By ambush. Dudes in India walk around with masks tied to the back of their heads, with eyes painted, to keep ’em safe. Yeah, like a second face. María is the old wife. This is the new one. Daniela. She doesn’t get it, Lupita. It’s a symbol. Seemed like Félix liked it, right? Yeah.” — Héctor Palma
“That’s Pacho Herrera, one of the Cali guys. Probably came up here to show his respect. Fucking Colombians. What’s up?” — Héctor Palma
Joaquín ‘El Chapo’ Guzmán
“Your blessing, ma. Fuck off. Let me pack this in. True love, Cochi. Hey, Güero.” — Joaquín ‘El Chapo’ Guzmán
“What’s up, Amado? Shut up! Let’s go. If you want it, we can cut you in on it. Sell you, like… 20, 25%. Wait around a bit, and we’ll bring it out. Clavel, Félix’s new guy. Pussy. Best wishes, boss.” — Joaquín ‘El Chapo’ Guzmán
“Who’s the slick dude wearing silk? Yeah, okay, it’s out back.” — Joaquín ‘El Chapo’ Guzmán
“He who perseveres, conquers.” — Joaquín ‘El Chapo’ Guzmán
Amado Carrillo Fuentes
“It’s Amado. What do you mean nothing? I’ve been waiting like an idiot at the airport. Where’s Acosta? Fuck. He isn’t coming. He’s the boss. How does that look? Asshole. Hey, let’s go now.” — Amado Carrillo Fuentes
“Güero. Hey, man. Lupita, how are you? All good. Something came up. Yeah, all good. See you inside. What’s up, Chapo? Nothing, just here. Hey, Cochi. Nice shirt, man. I’m good, Cochi. See you around.” — Amado Carrillo Fuentes
“Hey, man. Not at all, just admiring the view. It’s Júarez. You know. No, some shit came up. He sends his best. I’ve been thinking, man, what if I came home and got back to transpo? With planes and shit. Acosta’s on top of Júarez. He can handle it. We’re good. Just a few times. Says he doesn’t want visitors. Will do. A fucking tiger?” — Amado Carrillo Fuentes
Juan Matta Ballesteros
“I put you down for two million. That money we’re collecting to push those Sandinista fuckers out of Nicaragua. Everyone’s chipping in. It’s good for business. I’ve got planes in the air for you night and day. We’re pushing more volume through Mexico than ever. That bullshit at the border can’t go on forever, right? They told me he’ll be here. Try to relax. You want an outsider’s opinion? What you’re asking right now… it’s a lot, given how things have been going. Good luck.” — Juan Matta Ballesteros
“He’s coming. Don’t worry. Heard your new pet ate one of the peacocks before it came out. Just kidding!” — Juan Matta Ballesteros
DEA Agent Walt Breslin
“Dr. Delgado? Shut up. Yeah. I bet you do, doc. Turns out, those are just the assholes we want to talk to you about. You remember this guy? No? Well, we sure as fuck do. I got dibs on anything fun. Take that shit off. Not all of them. Got this from our buddies at the CIA. That the point where you plead to let him go, doc? We’ve been on you for weeks, doc. We know what you are. We know what you did. So I’m not gonna ask you this twice… unless you want me to blow the back of your skull all over that wall over there. Give me a name. The other person on the tape… tell me his name.” — Agent Breslin
“Yeah. Except when it isn’t. The Aztecs thought a lot about the end of the world. Fuck, who doesn’t? They believed the world had already ended four times: once in darkness, once with a hurricane once in fire, and once in a flood. And they were pretty syre they knew how it was going to end the next time. On September 19th, 1985, an earthquake measuring 8.1 hit Mexico City. Entire neighborhoods collapsed. The government claimed 6,000 people died. Community activists put the death toll closer to 35,000. It looked like a fucking bomb had hit Mexico City. People dug through rubble with bare hands, searching for loved ones. When the army showed up, folks figured, ‘great. Here comes the cavalry.’ But instead of searching for survivors, the soldiers just watched. Their only order? Prevent looting. A week after the quake, thousands of protesters hit the streets, demanding water, electricity, some fucking answers. And when all the government gave them was more bullshit, they started wondering if it wasn’t time for Mexico to move on from decades of one-party PRI rule. Maybe the quake wasn’t the Armageddon the Aztecs predicted, but the PRI’s shitty response to the crisis created an opposition movement. And one day, that would come back to bite them in the ass. Just ’cause things have stopped shaking doesn’t mean there isn’t some serious structural damage underneath the surface.” — Agent Breslin
“Don’t forget these. Fuck you. Enjoy your trip up north. Call me when it’s done. Don’t get pulled over.” — Agent Breslin
“I just need my, uh… tourist visa renewed. By definition, drug trafficking networks are conspiracies. So rolling them up? That’s basically DEA 101. You start by taking whatever junior varsity dipshit you can off the street. Then use leverage. Double digit prison sentences usually do the trick and get him to flip on the next asshole up the ladder. That was essentially the Operation Leyenda playbook too. Put guys in custody, get them talking, and move up the chain. Except, this being Mexico, we couldn’t actually arrest anyone. And if you want to be a lawyer about it, the whole fucking thing was probably illegal.” — Agent Breslin
“The doctor’s taking a trip. Nah. No, sir. Clean. Clockwork. He’s gonna be a big hit at L.A. County lockup. Camarena’s torturer. Ex-DFS. Whoever hired him can put a name in the hat that connects Félix Gallardo and Mexico City. No one knows we’re here. Sooner or later, the doctor’s gonna be missed. Next 24 hours, 36 max. Listen, my guys have worked up a solid plan to grab this asshole. But we have to go now. It’s a good thing we’re not diplomats. It’s a unique situation, but I’m confident that we can get it done. My guys are solid. All of them. And they know why they’re here. You fuck with the DEA, nowhere is safe. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.” — Agent Breslin
“I got the green light. I mean, I kept it simple. The man thinks we got a plan, so… let’s come up with one.” — Agent Breslin
“All right, fellas. Listen up. Here comes our dirtbag. Two bird dogs tag along carrying Walter PPK’s. Same piece Hitler used to blow his brains out. It’s a quality sidearm. Our boys take the service elevator from the fifth floor down to the parking garage… where a burgundy Marquis with Jalisco plates awaits. Nazi gun-packing buddies follow in a blue LTD. Jalisco plates. Duly noted. Everyone got that? Whip-dick in shotgun. Sal and me will follow the two cars until they pass Calle Matamoros. At the intersection of Constitución and Calle Analco, Danilo steps up, does his thing, and makes some new friends. Did somebody grab the cement? Perfect. Verdín continues north onto a quiet street with shitty visibility and one-way traffic, where, uh-oh, he comes to a stop. Hope everyone’s wearing seat belts. Verdin’s out of the car and into the baker’s truck. And we are gone. Not a goddamn whisper. This guy tortured a DEA agent. Tonight, he starts paying for it. Gear up.” — Agent Breslin
“No. Stay put. He’s on the move. Over and out. Coming your way. Everyone in position. Too fucking late. Out of the car! The horn! Kill it! Shut off the horn! Get out! Now! Move! Now! Out of the car! Get out! Don’t move! Now! Get out of the fucking car! Oh, shit. Cover me! Cover me! Get down! Kenny, you hit? Two shooters, left side! Sal, you good? Fuck. Sal, go after me! Over there! Holy fuck. Get out of the fucking car. Get out of the fucking car! Move, you son of a bitch! Take out your wallet. Give me your identification. Look at me. Look at me! If you make trouble for us, I’ll find you. Understand? Everybody in the truck. Go. Come on. Go. You’re a fucking piece of shit.” — Agent Breslin
Ed Heath
“Come. Afternoon, Walt. Mike, can you step out? So? There wasn’t any trouble? This name Delgado gave you… Captain Sergio Verdín? Guy’s an active duty intelligence officer. Grabbing him’s not gonna be as easy as throwing a hood over some pediatrician. When do you want to move? Jesus Christ. Mexico City says the Camarena case is closed. When what we’re doing here comes to light, there’ll be repercussions. Legal, diplomatic. I didn’t want you taking unnecessary risks. It’s my understand that you have, uh… experience with this kind of thing. And the Mexicans on your team, you trust them to stay quiet? Move on Verdín. Quietly. Walt. Do not get fucking caught.”
Daniela
“Miguel Ángel, what time is it? Couldn’t sleep again? Happy birthday, my love. I’ve never fucked a 40-year-old. I think she needs to be changed. Excited for the party tonight? Open it. You don’t have that one, right?”
“Miguel Ángel. Where are we going to keep it? What kind of people give a wild animal like that? They’re endangered, you know?”
Rubén Zuno Arce
“Sends his regrets. Turns out he won’t be ale to make it tonight. Cabinet meetings. Hey… everybody loves a party. Hmm. The envelope for this month hasn’t arrived yet. Usually, it comes first of the month. People are asking– ah… they’ll get over it. Where else can they go? It’s the government. Life goes on. The past is the past. Hmm?”
“Of course.”
Pacho Herrera
“Cheers. $3000 a kilo is our number. I came all this way so you could ask for a raise? You haven’t been working with coke as long as us. Maybe you don’t understand how it works. Product’s easier to move than cash. Weighs less, packs tighter… powder is fast, cash is slow. We always pay our bills, though. Is that a lot to you? You have a nice house, Miguel Ángel. Filled with… nice-looking people. Important people. But I wonder… how many of them tell you the truth. I’m thinking none. So, let me do you the favor of telling you the truth. Your organization has money trouble because seizures are up over 40%. Why? Maybe because the DEA doubled its number of agents in the last six months. Now, why would that be? Should I tell you, or have you guessed? The kidnapping and murder of an American DEA agent. which my partners and I had nothing to do with. But if we were asked, we’d have told whoever came up with the idea… to put a gun in their mouth and pull the fucking trigger. ‘Cause that was bad for business. The consequences of that… are your problem. Not ours. That’s the truth, Miguel Ángel. But, hey… if you’re having trouble, we can always send up more product. If you can handle it. Hmm. Didn’t think so. We’ll continue to pay you to transport our cocaine. In the exact same way we always have. And you’ll get your money… when you get it. If that doesn’t work for you, I’m sure we can figure something else out. And you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before we made you rich. Happy birthday, Miguel Ángel. Many more.”
Isabella Bautista
“Lead the way. Wait here. Business looks good. This is where our business is done. How much have you got? Tell me something I don’t know. What will you tell your friends in Cali? Nothing. You and I are going to make a lot of money.”
Orlando Henao
“Everything looks good. I just wish we were meeting somewhere comfortable. Please. So, how much do you have in mind? Two hundred kilos. That’s a lot of powder for a house party. What are your plans for it? I hope you know, anyone can buy merch. It’s easy. What’s tricky? Transportation and distribution. What will you tell your friend in Guadalajara? It’s been a pleasure.”
Guadalupe Palma
“Good, and you, Amado?”
“Who’s that? Happy Birthday, Miguel Ángel. Thank you. Thank you. That’s María? She doesn’t like your gift. After all the trouble you went through. Mm-hmm. She’s a fucking snob.”
Enrique Clavel
“Excuse me. Zuno’s here. Got it.”
“Hey, there. This is where all the action is? Heard you got the boss some crazy present.”
“No. I’ll ask.”
Navegante
“I hear there’s a tiger at the party. I would like to touch it. Watch him eat something. Whatever. Excuse me. It was a pleasure.”
Varela
“Miss Isabella, how are you? The boss is expecting you. Careful not to slip.”
Néstor
“Yeah, boss, ready to move. Haven’t heard anything since they dropped it off a few days ago. Yes, boss.”
El Chapo’s Madre
“May God bless and take care of you. Be safe, my son. Have fun.”
Rando Governor
“Hey, how are you?”
Acosta Thug
“What happened?”
House Staff 1
“Yes, ma’am.”
House Staff 2 (Cynthia)
“Yes, sir.”
DEA Agent 1
“Hurry! Don’t move.”
DEA Agent 2
“Let’s go! All clear. Jesus. Check this out. Fucking pharmacy here.”
DEA Agent 3
“What if we get pulled over?”
DEA Agent 4 (Sal)
“What happened?”
“Hey, Walt. Yesterday, some whip-dick was riding shotgun in Verdin’s car. Nothing. Where the fuck is this guy? Lights out. Shut it off! Hey, I thought you were going to help me push. They’re headed your way! Copy? Yeah. On the right! He saw everything, man. He fucking saw everything. Walt, we can’t leave him here. He’s a witness. Hurry, you son of a bitch! Get down, asshole.”
DEA Agent 5 (Kenny)
“And you told him about our surveillance on Verdín? Bodyguards, fucked-up schedule we can’t pin down?”
“Fucking A.”
“Ah, shit. Come on, turn around, man. Turn around. Fuck. Quickly! Move! Move it! Too much time! We gotta go! On the left! Over there! No. No fucking way! No! Please. No. Let’s get out of here. We don’t have time. He’s a fucking civilian. Put the fucking gun down, man! Please.”
DEA Agent 6 (Ossie Mejía)
“You awake? Let’s go! Put your fucking head down! Wow. That looked like it hurt. I got a feeling there’s a grand jury indictment up in L.A. with his name on it.”
“Yep. Two dozen bags. Heavy as fuck.”
“Got a light, man? Think this shit’s gonna work? You go back with all these gabachos? Me too. Motherfucker. Gets around, huh? Who you with? What kind of badge you carrying? Jalisco State Police. ‘Used to be?’ You retire or something?”
“Anything yet? You just sit there, motherfucker. Shit. We got a bogey. It’s on. Walt, we got a problem. Sirens, boss! Prick.”
DEA Agent 7 Danilo Garza
“Yeah. Just Walt. A few years. Used to be MFJP. Up near Juárez. You writing a book?”
“Copy that. I’m trying. Son of a bitch isn’t working. What’s this asshole doing? I’m checking it out really quick. It’s not working. Okay. See if we can move it. All that cement’s heavy. All clear! Hey! Stand up, fucker! Get up! Hurry! Hurry!”
Local PD (Daryl)
“Looks like you got a live one here, Frank. So long, you motherfucker. Thanks again, Frank. Let’s get him in the truck. All right, get up.”
Captain Sergio Verdín
“Idiots. Keep going. Go back. Move, you bastard! Move, idiot!”
Captain Sergio Verdín (Recording)
“Need him conscious. Fucker keeps passing out, doc. Hey, asshole! Not gonna talk? Go on, doc. We’re following your lead.”
Embassy Employee
“Next. One moment, sir. Through this door. Passport office downstairs.”
Embassy Employee 2
“Next. Please come forward.”
Dr. Delgado
“The ear has fluid, but it’s not infected. If he develops a fever, or the pain gets worse, call me, and I’ll write a prescription, hmm? Uh… how’s Max? He must be turning… nine? See you tomorrow, Lucía. Yes? This is a mistake. I’m not a wealthy man. You don’t want to do this. I know people. Powerful men. You don’t want to mess with them. This is not right. It’s not right. The men who killed your agent… they’re all in prison. It wasn’t what you think. I was brought to the house where the American was held. They didn’t tell me why. I had nothing to do with it. I only gave him medical care. And pleaded with them to let him go. With everything I had, I pleaded!”
“Adrenaline will keep him up. Hold him. See? I told you so. Wait, hold on. Let him finish waking up. Got any cigarettes? I’m out.”
Delgado Patient
“Yes, thank you, Dr. Delgado. Tell the doctor thank you. Yes, this month.”
Delgado Patient
“Thank you.”
Delgado Desk
“See you later, doctor.”
Kiki Camarena (on tape)
“No, please! No!”
DEA Driver
“Son of a bitch. I don’t see them, sir. What the fuck?”
DEA Driver 2
“What is this shit?”
Pedestrian
“Move it, asshole! Move! Move that piece of junk. I said move your shit– you know what, asshole? Close that shit. We’ll push you. Let’s push this idiot. Move it, asshole. Hear that? Get in the car. Something’s up.”
Civilian Witness
“Please. I won’t say a thing. Please. Yes.”
Mimi Webb Miller
María Elvira
Don Neto
Don Juan
Quavious Marshall
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Though #NarcosMexico has yet to be renewed for a third season, executive producer Eric Newman says he has a clear idea of where he wants the story to continue to go https://t.co/dtDEgU9gqa
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 17, 2020
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— Teresa Ruiz (@teresaru) February 16, 2020
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