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I always asked my mother if we could migrate to a new country. She always said no.
We deserve to live here. We have lived here for generations, it is our right.
Even when the kids at school  bullied me for being born here.
Why are you still living here?
You should leave you non-immigrant freak!
You make no contribution to the global economy!
People riot in the streets, declaring that all non-immigrants should be deported.
Move away! Move away! Move away!
One day, we got kicked out of the house by immigrants, and now we have to live on the streets. Begging with the other natives.
Could you spare some change or food?
I have a daughter, please I need to provide for her.
I can't believe they stole our houses! We have nothing!
My parents were able to find a job, working on a construction site. None of the immigrants would take such a demanding job.
We have to, I could never leave this land.
Do you think we will be able to pull this off?
I just couldn't accept contributing to the global economy. And I hate having white collar "real jobs"
The were eventually jailed because of their refusal to submit to immigrant forces and leave.
Me either. I could never imagine taking the easy way by leaving my country. I always wanted to stay even if we were to be separated and deported
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