They ate hamburgers, drank coffee and kept talking.
It was mostly of Times Square, the penny arcade, the movies. They forgot where
they were and what they really belonged to, that dark, bleak world outside, a
world of crowded tenements and dirty cheerless streets where drunks brawled in
bars and lay in hallways, a world of bickering harassed women who carried the
fear of poverty always with them, an area, which in spite of its desolation,
knew the threatening pressure and growing pains of another on its border where
a darker people lived and brawled yearning to break down the walls of its
ghetto.

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