Around my home and on my way to work and back, every day I come across some people who I no longer register. Let me begin by introducing them.
In the morning, when taking my dog for a walk, I see a boy of about 14 who walks around lethargically with a bulky, dirty bag on his shoulder. In it he collects discarded bottles, pieces of metal, polythene bags and other stuff of value. I have seen him for a few years now, always with a handkerchief that he keeps sniffing at. It is smeared with some kind of cheap drug,
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