Pouring out of the subway into a neon twilight, the band of teenagers shoulder through Broadway crowds. Past the Winter Garden where Cats plays on, past Dunkin' Donuts' 46 varieties, past the topless temptresses of movie marquees, past the T-Shirt Express, past the half-hour photo store, past the mendicant * saxophone player on the corner. Decked out, some in black leather jackets, others in pink high-tops and bobby-sox, a jaunty tweed cap here, a brightly colored scarf there, they jaywalk across 48th Street in twos and threes, dodging yellow taxis. Quick! Into an alley, up a metal staircase and through an...
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