Chapter One<br >Patrick Donahue had been my closest friend since as<br >long as I could remember. We were inseparable all<br > Ugh grammar school and our three years at Jesuit<br > ~ He d been a little guy， much shorter than ~，<br >until we were freshmen. Then he shot up and out<br >almost overnight. Grownups thought he was adorable<br >when he was little; now they were charmed by his<br >poise and his mature courtesy. Older girls once said<br >he was \"so cute\" with his towhead， long eyelashes，<br >and silver-blue eyes. Now that he was seventeen，<br >women of all ages thought he waft magnificent.<br > Two years before， at fifteen， Pat was tongue-tied<br >and embarrassed with girls; now he seemed to have<br >nothing else but girls on his mind， even when they<br >were only well-developed freshmen like my \"cous-<br >in\" Maureen Cunningham.<br >19<br ><br >
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