Cory Doctorow "Little Brother"

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I danced until I was so tired I couldn’t dance another step. Ange danced alongside of me. Technically, we were rubbing our sweaty bodies against each other for several hours, but believe it or not, I totally wasn’t being a horn-dog about it. We were dancing, lost in the godbeat and the thrash and the screaming — TAKE IT BACK! TAKE IT BACK! When I couldn’t dance anymore, I grabbed her hand and she squeezed mine like I was keeping her from falling off a building. She dragged me toward the edge of the crowd, where it got thinner and cooler. Out there, on the edge of Dolores Park, we were in the cool air and the sweat on our bodies went instantly icy. We shivered and she threw her arms around my waist. “Warm me,” she commanded. I didn’t need a hint. I hugged her back. Her heart was an echo of the fast beats from the stage — breakbeats now, fast and furious and wordless.

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beer bottles with was laying it down fast and hard already. I wanted to bounce. I bounced. Ange bounced with me. We were sweating freely in the evening, which reeked of perspiration and pot smoke. Warm bodies crushed in on all sides of us. They bounced too. “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” she shouted. We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring. “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” “Don’t trust anyone over 25!” She banged some hard chords on her guitar and the other guitarist, a little pixie of a girl whose face bristled with piercings, jammed in, going wheedle-dee-wheedle-dee-dee up high, past the twelfth fret. “It’s our goddamned city! It’s our goddamned country. No terrorist can take it from us for so long as we’re free. Once we’re not free, the terrorists win! Take it back! Take it back! You’re young enough and stupid enough not to know that you can’t possibly win, so you’re the only ones who can lead us to victory! Take it back!” “TAKE IT BACK!” we roared. She jammed down hard on her guitar. We roared the note back and then it got really really LOUD.


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