Evelio Contreras: Leonardo's at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
It's a Friday morning in mid-June.
There aren't a lot of people. Maybe 30. But he's waiting.
When will his number be called?
Leonardo's dressed neatly in black jean shorts and a tucked-in white T-shirt. He's boxy and built like a linebacker. His hair is thick like a dried paintbrush.
He works in construction. Most of his T-shirts are marked with white paint.
But not this one. This one is clean. He wants to look good.
Leonardo is at the DMV to see if he can get license plates for his car, even though he doesn't have a driver's license, and even though he is not in the country legally.
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