The neon glare of the arcade reflects off my Spandex leggings as I dodge a group of girls in oversized sweatshirts and thick leg warmers. I’m leaning over the counter, mesmerized by the sleek box of a new Transformers toy, thinking how much more def it would look on my shelf than some boring old plastic robot.
My Walkman is cranked so loud I can barely hear the news anchor on the TV talking about Reagan, but "Footloose" has me wanting to kick off my sneakers right here. I just need to stay chill and keep my cool until the movie starts, because tonight Jason finally gets what’s coming to him in the final chapter.
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