He began to try to find out what kind of boy I was.
He's the kind of boy who used to get his own series.
The voice of a small boy came from behind him.
The life of a boy seemed far too much to pay for the information they had to have.
His eyes met those of a boy about the same age.
But his mother knew what sort of a boy he was.
Though 20 years old, he is more of a boy than a man.
Too much of a boy though, trying to act like a man.
I asked if she'd heard of anyone's boy not coming home last night.
She had not seen the dark side of the boy.
