174 Street

So we sat in his car in the driveway, all of our friends inside. And we just held hands, for a really long time. Silence, but not an awkward silence, the nice kind that sings to you ears and that is impossible to find anywhere in the city. The kind that you can only find in places like where I grew up, where everyone goes to bed by 2:00 A.M. We were looking ahead through the winshield, too afraid to confront the inevitable.

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