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I was Made in America. My Jingle These Christmas boxers were Made in Bangladesh.
I had an all-American childhood in rural Ohio. My all-American blue jeans were Made in Cambodia.
I wore flip-flops every day for a year when I worked as a SCUBA diving instructor in Key West. They were Made in China.
One day while staring at a pile of clothes on the floor, I noticed the tag of my favorite T-shirt: Made in Honduras.
I read the tag. My mind wandered. A quest was born.
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