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The break dancer runs toward

the wall separating the

rich and the poor.  It’s on

the street that he grew up on,

but just a bit

further down then where

his parents live.  He throws off his

shirt because he’s sweating and

his nipples are starting to get sore.

Behind him there are

war crimes being perpetrated by

the new American government.  It has

destroyed the library where he

used to listen to Satanic music and open

his mind to the wonders of

walking barefoot and having

white coloured skin.