Some time in August the summer releases intended for the adolescent market begin to look like teenagers themselves. They lollygag around in aimless groups on Main Street and at the shopping mall, languidly pushing and shoving at one another, vaguely annoying to the adults passing by. It's nothing to call the police about, but one does hurry on past.
Anyone who stops to look closely can always spot one kid who seems to hold himself apart from the crowd. There is just something about him: a shrewd look in the eye, a certain alertness in his carriage. This summer...
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