In the late morning of November 7, I was returning from shopping with a full cart, in my Brooklyn neighborhood.
I passed a boy who was staring at the phone and saw that his eyes were wide above his mask.
Then car horns began to blare.
The street erupted with cheers, shouts of joy, and whistles.
A woman a few feet away clasped her hands in gratitude.
They had announced the result of the elections.
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