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Adolescence comes like a shocking flood, at least for teenage boys.
It's a time too private to be shared. That's why teenage boys grunt at their parents, writes Press columnist Joe Bennett . I think I must have been about 17. My cheese-cloth shirt was undone to the waist. She passed me my cigarettes, inspected frankly my taut chest and flat stomach, my loose-waisted jeans.