Maggie nodded. She was more than okay. Not only was she no longer sick, she felt as if she’d just awoken from the long, safe torpor of her childhood. The night had blasted her free of that shell, and she had emerged new and raw and ready. She felt the ticket stub folded carefully in her pocket. How many kids in Bray would be able to say they’d stood just feet from Billy Corgan, that they’d been at the Metro for the “Siamese Dream” record release show, that they’d seen Lake Shore Drive on a Sunday morning through the prism of a concert comedown, the runners looking so silly with their skinny legs and their neon shorts, chugging along the footpath with their calorie counters and Gatorade? — Jessie Ann Foley
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