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"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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"I’m just waiting for the beat to drop," Leo lied, his palms damp.

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They walked out into the cool night, two kids caught in the glow of a neon sign, living in a world that was just beginning to find its volume.

They pushed through the double doors into a sea of bobbing ponytails and leather jackets. The gym was a chaotic broadcast of teenage energy. In one corner, a group of sophomores was huddled around a transistor radio, trying to catch a fading signal from a station out of Chicago that played the "race records" their parents called noise. In another, girls were swapping crumpled pages of 16 Magazine , debating if Elvis’s sideburns were getting too long. "Listen," Peggy whispered, grabbing his hand. Henderson from the hardware store), was spinning the

"You gonna stand there till the decade ends, or are we going in?"