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ExileVolume 62 | Number 1 Article 322016To be 19 in BostonAlex Curran-CardarelliDenison UniversityFollow this and additional works at: http://digitalcommons.denison.edu/exilePart of the Creative Writing CommonsThis Article is brought to you for free and open access by the English at Denison Digital Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in Exile by anauthorized editor of Denison Digital Commons.Recommended CitationCurran-Cardarelli, Alex (2016) "To be 19 in Boston," Exile: Vol. 62 : No. 1 , Article 32.Available at: http://digitalcommons.denison.edu/exile/vol62/iss1/32To be 19 in Boston by Alex Curran-Cardarelli We flashed a smile, our Id, and were given a bottle of Rose. We smoked cigarettes under the red table cloth and winked at the boys across the room. Soon enough, we were swerving down Storrow Drive. The buildings shone with a blinding fluorescence. It was as if each window had stolen a star, and now space was brooding over its loss. Now, in the Ted Williams tunnel, everything turned a yellow haze. Before we knew it, we were on the Bunker Hill Bridge, and Allison's perfect ballet bun was bobbing out the window. She was saying goodbye to her Rose, teenage dreams and gourmet cheese, onto the magnificently, purple lit bridge. Too soon, we were on route 1, driving away from the city that stole the stars from the sky. Finally, we were on a back road; the Rose stained our memories black like the road before us. Our teenage years left empty, Just like our purses, stomachs, and gas tank. 52 

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