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18:43 - Monday, Sept. 07, 2015 Then, around a couple of bends and almost to the trolley stop, there were three more water fountains, shiny and beckoning, as before, but none of them worked. Not even a droplet of working. They may as well have been fountain installations made of steel and propped up on blocks with no piping. It was like a very unsubtle, on-the-nose parable about what it might be like to enter the U.S. as an immigrant. All hope and rainbows at first, and then reality hits.
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