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Leo stood outside the high school gymnasium, adjusting his collar in the reflection of a trophy case. Inside, the walls were sweating. The local DJ, a man who called himself "Wolfman Jack" (though everyone knew he was just Mr. Henderson from the hardware store), was spinning the latest Ritchie Valens.

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For three minutes, the world wasn't about the Cold War or college applications. It was just the friction of saddle shoes on a waxed floor and the crackle of a vinyl record that sounded like it was catching fire. As the song faded into the hiss of the needle, Leo looked at Peggy, her hair a mess, her smile wide.

"You gonna stand there till the decade ends, or are we going in?" They walked out into the cool night, two

"The DJ says they're showing Creature from the Black Lagoon at the drive-in tomorrow," Leo said, his voice finally steady. "Want to go see it in 3D?"

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