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 | | The streets on Ebeye were narrow and packed with children, many of them wheeling on a single roller skate while a friend used the other. |
 | | The tropical heat was merciless, and there was nowhere to hide from the sun, since virtually all of the island's palm trees were chopped down long ago to make room for shanties. |
 | | In the sprawling residential warrens of Ebeye, the shanties are tagged with sun-faded graffiti: "Fuck your mama, yes, yes," "Homeboyz," and "Crips," the language of Watts and Compton filtered through Hollywood and rendered, here, merely sad. |
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