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Writer Jordan Salama got the idea for his latest story, the way lots of good reporters do,

by observing life around him. In this case, it was life underground,

in the New York City subway system. There were a lot of kids selling candy on the subway over the

last six to eight months or so, and it was something the people were noticing.

Something that started as a quiet trend that has grown to be much more obvious,

to city commuters at least. And the more you exist in the city, especially on certain lines

of the subway, the more you'll notice it day after day. And when you see a small girl or a small boy

who can't be more than eight years old walking alone through lurching subway cars,

it becomes to be something where they're like, well, what's going on here?

Which is saying something, because people are always hustling in the New York City subways.

Singers, dancers, people selling fruit, selling their own art. And now, in that mix,

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