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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. The year was 1959, and the air in
Peggy laughed, tucking her magazine under her arm. "Only if we get a milkshake first. I heard the Soda Shoppe just got a new jukebox."
"I’m just waiting for the beat to drop," Leo lied, his palms damp.
