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On certain festive occasions in Tlacotalpan they let bulls run loose in the streets - a kind of Pamplona. They set up fences all around town to protect people and I was behind one of them. I saw all the bulls go into the corral and I thought the coast was clear. I hopped over the fence and crossed the street to talk to my friend Lourdes. While I was talking someone opened the corral gate and a bull escaped. He turned, our eyes met, he charged.
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