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• Legend:
  Slums: the saga of the downtrodden
  The early morning frost bit deep into the young girl’s fragile figure. A chilling wind burned her face a bright red as she pulled the tattered tunic in close trying to hide from the winter’s cold edge. Down the alley she could hear the jolly laugh of a deep voiced man; her thoughts strayed wondering if that is what her father might have sounded like...