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Danny and Kenickie race in blue jeans.
Danny and Kenickie scream along the trees.
Danny and Kenickie with mud on their jeans, in the rain—in July’s heat. Not two nickels to rub together—late, and later still, for supper. Split a bottle of pop gone stale, laughing.
Danny and Kenickie under the bleachers in the dark.
Danny and Kenickie learn the birds and the bees.
Danny and Kenickie steal a cigarette case.
Danny and Kenickie and Rizzo and Sandy sitting shoulders to elbows their wrists bent over their knees, knuckles sticky.
Danny and Kenickie at night covered in grease.
