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"You're such a sweet young boy."
"But please don't call me a boy," Frank said. "I'm a man. You know, I can even sneak into bars and get a drink."
"You do look very mature. I'm not sure, though, that that's the way you ought to be spending your time."
"Maybe not, but I can do it. I'm a pretty mature guy, and I've had a few affairs too."
"I'll bet you have. I bet the girls in school think a lot of you."
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"You're such a sweet young boy."
"But please don't call me a boy," Frank said. "I'm a man. You know, I can even sneak into bars and get a drink."
"You do look very mature. I'm not sure, though, that that's the way you ought to be spending your time."
"Maybe not, but I can do it. I'm a pretty mature guy, and I've had a few affairs too."
"I'll bet you have. I bet the girls in school think a lot of you."