Ponyboy Curtis
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He walks from the movie house, his hands in his pockets. He walks past the dimly-lit sidewalk, the streetlights shining in the darkness. He's blissfully oblivious to the Soc-filled car trailing behind him.
He walks from the movie house, his hands in his pockets. He walks past the dimly-lit sidewalk, the streetlights shining in the darkness. He's blissfully oblivious to the Soc-filled car trailing behind him.