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  • Some friends and I live in a house meant for our parents. It's big and suburbanly and in a neighborhood that surrounds a picturesque manmade lake. Swimming and fishing only. We--students, part-timers, newly-wedders, street car-parkers--are a bunch of have-nots secretly living among the haves. When I took this photo after an evening stroll, there was a man swimming in the lake. He's a have. A triathlete who chose the neighborhood because it had sidewalks all around the lake and clean water to swim in. To him, it's a training ground. To the doctors and lawyers who share the pavement with him, it's the American dream realized. To us, it's an undercover mission to act like we belong, to imagine what the future could hold, and to actually see how the other half lives.
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