“Holy shit!” I hear behind me, followed quickly by two laughing teenage girls running down the sidewalk, weaving through the crowds as they go.
They sprint past the elementary school, which is also getting out on an unseasonably warm late winter afternoon. Sunshine beams down on a sea of tiny Brooklyn children aimlessly milling around wearing backpacks as large as they are.
The teenagers raise cups of bubble tea up to clear the waist-high hordes, cross against the light, and, still laughing, pelt off into the freedom of the rest of their day.
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