My reflection in the mall window is all oversized sweatshirt and spandex, a neon-blur silhouette that screams I’m ready to ditch this Monday. I adjust my headband, catching the strobe light flicker of the arcade while "Let's Go Crazy" blasts from a passing boombox, that purple beat making the whole food court feel like a riot.
Everything looks so fresh under these buzzing lights, from the metallic sheen of the new Transformers on the shelves to the glowing screens of those expensive Macintoshes. I’ve only got a couple of bucks, but as long as the music stays loud and my leg warmers stay up, the world feels totally limitless.
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