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The Possum Cop Chronicles

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Nightmare on the Border 2:00 a.m. on a Tuesday night. I’m sitting in an 18 ft. aluminum boat, “Boat 1,” tied to a tree on the U.S. side of the Rio Grande River across from the Mexican town of Reynosa swapping stories with my partner and trying to stay awake.

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