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My name is Bob Rodriguez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Rob Fernandez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Will Gomez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Bill Chavez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Annie Perez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Bonnie Sanchez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Joe Alvarez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Moe Jimenez and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Teri Romero and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Mari Navarro and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Ronnie Vidal and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!
My name is Donnie Pascual and I support deporting Donald Trump to Mexico!

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