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We were there for hours getting to know one another between bouts of fear and tears. The tough Latin queen from before turned out to be the softest when she broke. All she wanted was her mother and all I wanted was to get across the room so I could put my arms around her and offer comfort. The waiflike kid never stopped whimpering but no one told her to shut up because we all knew what she was feeling. I was suddenly more upset for them than myself. They were still so young, some of them no more than babies. What the f**k did these sick f***s want with them? As if I didn't know. "Let's exchange names and hometowns in case we get separated." I kept my voice steady so they wouldn't know I was afraid. One of us had to be strong for the others and it appears that was gonna be me. "What