The winter light is already dim, and in a Manhattan cafe the blond girl is squirming in her seat, dying for a smoke. The cigarette machine is broken. "This is like a joke," she says, annoyed, and leaves her plate of eggs Benedict to bum a Marlboro from one of the other diners. Smoking happily at last, she gives a quick account of herself, sounding bored beyond her years. She dropped out of high school four years ago, at 15, and has no job and no firm idea of what she will do next....
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