There is a section of every big city called the slums. In this place, the smell of rotten garbage fills the misty, stagnated air. Everywhere you look, you see moldy cardboard boxes and old blankets people threw away. Grimy clothes and old, empty liquor bottles are scattered everywhere. Newspapers, with coffee stains and disgusting odors all about them, were laying inside the boxes

as some sort of carpeting or maybe even a blanket for the inhabitants.

In the corner of this hellish place, stands a pitiful, heart-breaking creature. His hair is full of tiny pieces of newspaper, and crumbs of food that accumulated from hours of rummaging through the deep, rusty dumpsters. In his chapped, wrinkled hands, he held his last bite of food for the day, a piece of brown, rotten meat. The old brown raincoat he had on barely stayed upon his slender, bony shoulders. Stained and full of holes, his flannel shirt was buttoned up all the way to his scrawny neck to keep the cold the air from hitting his filthy skin. A pair of fairly new jogging pants was rolled up past his black shoeless feet. The look in his glassy, watering eyes was like the look of

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, lower-class people, people cities,
Approximate Word count = 515
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)