I’m hunched over in my grease-stained flannel, staring at the neon glow of the cinema marquee where the *Total Recall* poster shows Arnold’s face splitting apart. My Doc Martens are scuffed from kicking around the mall, and all I want is to disappear into that Martian landscape and forget about my parents' constant nagging.
Cowabunga! If I can scrape together enough pocket change for a ticket and a soda, this Saturday is officially saved. It’s better than staying home watching the news or worrying about some stuffy graduation speech on the TV.
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