At the club, the youth gather for another night. Monie and Hirlem watch as aimless words are exchanged at a relentless pace. They ricochet between heads like pinball, but no one lights up. Not one face. They must all be waiting for the band. Let's just enjoy the heavy buzz created by the colliding vocab, Hirlem thinks. Then the band comes on. "Haven't I seen them before?" asks Monie. The crowd goes wild. They like the familiarity. It's comfortable. It makes Monie yawn. "Are you tired?" asks Hirlem. She shakes her head.

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