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The asphalt pops with rain. A baby with a mohawk cries behind neon. LaMontagne is saved by a woman.  Pink rubber boots, hair pulled up, legs like new snow,  reads a newspaper. (They still have those?) Hefeweizen. Tires suck through wet streets. The mother eases a shhhhhh through her teeth with the baby against her breasts and walks outside under the dripping awning. Shhhhhh, baby, shhhhhh. The street pop-pop-pop-pops.