For a second or two it could be a playground: Tiny voices cry. Then they keep crying, panting for air from the crying, their voices wavering from the exhaustion from the crying and the panting. “I don’t want them to stop my father,” a child says. “I don’t want them to deport him.” The response is more crying, miscellaneous noise in the background. There are adults in the room, we will learn, but they don’t answer.
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