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t h i r t e e n : can it get any worse?

His eyes never left the road, and I could tell he was getting antsy as I maintained the silence in the car. My face softened a bit, but it morphed into confusion.

We pass townhouses, skyscrapers, parks, and pools on our drive. Kids play mindlessly among one another, and adults converse and bond over drinks. This group of teens, guys, was strolling out of Starbucks, taking selfies and yelling "period", when a couple girls catcalled them.

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