I was walking home from the post office. Coming toward me were five junior high students, riding their bikes home from school. They jumped off the curb and jockeyed to be first, using the sidewalk I was walking on and most of the street. I caught this byplay between two of them: "No, we're men." "Men," the second one snorted, though it sounded like a question. "I've got a girlfriend. . . .
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