The village green is ghostly with pallid tweens wandering in apparent trances following the light of rectanglular boxes that they point here and there and occasionally squeal at in short-lived glee. And then they're off in search of whatever digital graphic treasure may be found amidst the toking layabouts who loiter in the shadow of the train station. "Bienvenedos a America," the town cries to the Mexican newcomers.
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