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Four years back the word had never passed my lips. It didn't register as part of my worldview.It existed only in the context of cities like Chicago, or Detroit.Its image fell from the big screen in high definition and landed fixed in my mind.I saw a sinister young man, growling, leering, tight as a wire. I pictured high rise apartments with bars bent back from busted-out panes.Our local version was infamous among the select few who stopped long enough to even consider the existence of "slums" anywhere in the vicinity of our tidy, contained, mostly-churched community. . . .

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