Posted by: halo February 1, 2012
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I did the usual gig, came here in student visa, graduated, got my H1 and now am out of status. Status is not important, f.**k it. I am no less than you. I work in a gas station and make $2000 a month, all cash baby. I have a Nepali girlfriend and am living the American dream. And to top is off, I am getting married today. The door bell just rang, another envelope, cash or gift card? It reads, “This is a deportation notice…”
 
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