its friday in 1989 and there is a pep rally today. your driving me to school on your motorcycle. it’s cloudy and dark outside, like it often is in our small washington town. your in your cheer uniform with my football bommer jacket over it. you hold on tightly to my waist, hair blowing in the wind as i drive us to our high school. you had to lie to your parents that you were taking the bus today since they would never let you ride on a motorcycle with your boyfriend. you okay back there baby?
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