BY SUSAN ESTRICH When I was 15, my mother let me take the bus to Lynn, a small city about five miles from our house and two blocks from my father’s office. I was pretty pleased with myself because otherwise my independence was limited entirely by my leg strength. This week, three girls that age […]
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Courting Terror One Teenager At A Time