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Whatâs up, gossipy and, until recently, misinformed internet gang!
If just a few minutes ago you felt your blood pressure drop, your breath short, and a vibe heavier than a cheap mezcal hangover permeate the air, you werenât crazy. It was the collective shock, the simultaneous âÂĄAy, gĂźey!â of millions of Mexicans and Latinos receiving the same damn notification on their screens.
There it was, blinking with that familiar red urgency, the text that froze our blood and made us spit out our coffee:  âBREAKING NEWS Maximum Global Alert: The war beginsâŚSee moreâ .
That damn ââŚsee moreâ! Those three dots, the Devil himself! In that instant, time stoppedâat the office, on the subway, in the tortilla line. Whatâs starting now? A war? A strike? A party? But when it says âMaximum Global Alert,â your gut tells you itâs nothing good. Uncertainty is worse than the truth, they say, and my friends, we all felt a bit uneasy.
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