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From the Introduction:
It's been a decade since my high school classmates and I have
all stood under the same roof, since we've filled each other
with the same confusion and smallness and lust. Our ten-year
reunion is nearly upon us, and at this moment millions of
other Americans are planning for similar evenings of nostalgia
and embarrassment, with roughly equal amounts of clamminess
to their palms.
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From Chapter 3, Lorraine Bembry:
Lorraine and I met in our sophomore-year Spanish class --
home of the blessed group project, public education's answer
to oysters and Spanish Fly -- and I still recall that immediate
recognition that we'd been put on the planet to locate each
other and begin construction of our separate and preferable
universe. We didn't get A's that semester in Spanish. No
nos preocupabamos.
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From Chapter 17, Matt Farbman:
The cop eased the squad car over to the two youths, who were
in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong hour. It so happened
that one of them -- the tall, lanky one, my classmate -- represented
all that may evolve in a human being over just ten years,
perhaps represented human potential itself in this way, certainly
represented the most dramatic transformation among the Thomas
Jefferson High School Class of '93. This was not apparent
or of interest to the cop. He arrested them.
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