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In Defence of Youthful Arrogance

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“I was sitting on the top deck of the 188 bus on a warm summer’s afternoon in south London. The bus engine was idling as we waited in traffic that snaked as far as the eye could see, but eventually the red tail lights ahead flicked off one by one as the cars crawled forward. A group of teenage boys emerged to our right…”

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