"Would you mind if we used this pole for a few minutes?" he asks, and he looks so vulnerable and tired, so defeated, that I can only say, "It's up to you," as I step to one side to give him room.
He favors me with a smile, and I realize he's probably fourteen at the outside. "I ain't trying to hang with all the negativity in this car," he says to his friend as the music starts.
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