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"Su casa... very big. Biggest I see. Ever." The maid said, looking around in awe of my large house.
"Oh, uh... gracias." I said, causing her to smile. "Please, uh, sit down." I added, gesturing to the couch, she bounded onto the couch, bouncing to a stop, looking up at me like an expectant child.
"So, tell me about yourself." I said. I looked down and noticed the remote control was haphazardly placed on the table. I lined it up so it was parallel to the side of the table as she began to speak.
"Um, I was born... in Mexico, near Oaxaca." she started. "I'm 20. I have two sisters and one brother. I came to America to get... new life. Better life." I nodded.
"Are you legal? I mean, are you a citizen?" I asked. I saw her expression drop a bit, so I continued quickly.
"It's not a big deal if you are not. I won't report you or anything like that."
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