Migrants

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By coax1965

Migrants On a black and white pedestrian crossing holding up the traffic with a scateboard under one arm, he frantically picks dropped coins lit up by car lights that impatiently shine from an increasing queue. Making a nuisance of themselves herds of teenagers migrate in time through neighbourhood streets of adolecence heading for streets of adulthood, where they will be addressed with rent or mortagage. Some may go to prison.

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