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I got on the train the other day and was immediately greeted by a group of loud Italian teenagers. They were so undeniably Italian, in fact, that I froze up and was momentarily convinced that I had teleported back to Milan instead of boarding the R train as I had meant to do. To me, there is something so recognizable about Italian teens (at least the ones in Florence and Milan). I knew I would fail at describing it, so I took a secret picture instead.