At Mile 7, an older woman read the shirts as they sped past. “Go Juan! Go Michael! Go David! Go Julio! Go…Peru!” *** Two blocks south, a stout policewoman stood atop the raised median of Fourth Avenue, her uniform a blue-black silhouette against a brown Best Western wall. Her hands swayed from waist- to chest-level […]
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