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Anyway
,
it
was
December
and
all
,
and
it
was
cold
as
a
witch
's
teat
,
especially
on
top
of
that
stupid
hill
.
I
only
had
on
my
reversible
and
no
gloves
or
anything
.
The
week
before
that
,
somebody
'd
stolen
my
camel
's
-
hair
coat
right
out
of
my
room
,
with
my
furlined
gloves
right
in
the
pocket
and
all
.
Pencey
was
full
of
crooks
.
Quite
a
few
guys
came
from
these
very
wealthy
families
,
but
it
was
full
of
crooks
anyway
.
The
more
expensive
a
school
is
,
the
more
crooks
it
has
--
I
'm
not
kidding
.
Anyway
,
I
kept
standing
next
to
that
crazy
cannon
,
looking
down
at
the
game
and
freezing
my
ass
off
.
Only
,
I
was
n't
watching
the
game
too
much
.
What
I
was
really
hanging
around
for
,
I
was
trying
to
feel
some
kind
of
a
good-by
.
I
mean
I
've
left
schools
and
places
I
did
n't
even
know
I
was
leaving
them
.
I
hate
that
.
I
do
n't
care
if
it
's
a
sad
good-by
or
a
bad
goodby
,
but
when
I
leave
a
place
I
like
to
know
I
'm
leaving
it
.
If
you
do
n't
,
you
feel
even
worse
.
I
was
lucky
.
All
of
a
sudden
I
thought
of
something
that
helped
make
me
know
I
was
getting
the
hell
out
.
I
suddenly
remembered
this
time
,
in
around
October
,
that
I
and
Robert
Tichener
and
Paul
Campbell
were
chucking
a
football
around
,
in
front
of
the
academic
building
.
They
were
nice
guys
,
especially
Tichener
.
It
was
just
before
dinner
and
it
was
getting
pretty
dark
out
,
but
we
kept
chucking
the
ball
around
anyway
.
It
kept
getting
darker
and
darker
,
and
we
could
hardly
see
the
ball
any
more
,
but
we
did
n't
want
to
stop
doing
what
we
were
doing
.
Finally
we
had
to
.
This
teacher
that
taught
biology
,
Mr.
Zambesi
,
stuck
his
head
out
of
this
window
in
the
academic
building
and
told
us
to
go
back
to
the
dorm
and
get
ready
for
dinner
.
If
I
get
a
chance
to
remember
that
kind
of
stuff
,
I
can
get
a
good-by
when
I
need
one
--
at
least
,
most
of
the
time
I
can
.
As
soon
as
I
got
it
,
I
turned
around
and
started
running
down
the
other
side
of
the
hill
,
toward
old
Spencer
's
house
.
He
did
n't
live
on
the
campus
.
He
lived
on
Anthony
Wayne
Avenue
.
I
ran
all
the
way
to
the
main
gate
,
and
then
I
waited
a
second
till
I
got
my
breath
.
I
have
no
wind
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
I
'm
quite
a
heavy
smoker
,
for
one
thing
--
that
is
,
I
used
to
be
.
They
made
me
cut
it
out
.
Another
thing
,
I
grew
six
and
a
half
inches
last
year
.
That
's
also
how
I
practically
got
t.
b.
and
came
out
here
for
all
these
goddam
checkups
and
stuff
.
I
'm
pretty
healthy
,
though
.
Anyway
,
as
soon
as
I
got
my
breath
back
I
ran
across
Route
204
.
It
was
icy
as
hell
and
I
damn
near
fell
down
.
I
do
n't
even
know
what
I
was
running
for
--
I
guess
I
just
felt
like
it
.
After
I
got
across
the
road
,
I
felt
like
I
was
sort
of
disappearing
.
It
was
that
kind
of
a
crazy
afternoon
,
terrifically
cold
,
and
no
sun
out
or
anything
,
and
you
felt
like
you
were
disappearing
every
time
you
crossed
a
road
.
Boy
,
I
rang
that
doorbell
fast
when
I
got
to
old
Spencer
's
house
.
I
was
really
frozen
.
My
ears
were
hurting
and
I
could
hardly
move
my
fingers
at
all
.
"
C'mon
,
c
'm
on
,
"
I
said
right
out
loud
,
almost
,
"
somebody
open
the
door
.
"
Finally
old
Mrs.
Spencer
opened
it
.
They
did
n't
have
a
maid
or
anything
,
and
they
always
opened
the
door
themselves
.
They
did
n't
have
too
much
dough
.
"
Holden
!
"
Mrs.
Spencer
said
.
"
How
lovely
to
see
you
!
Come
in
,
dear
!
Are
you
frozen
to
death
?
"
I
think
she
was
glad
to
see
me
.
She
liked
me
.
At
least
,
I
think
she
did
.
Boy
,
did
I
get
in
that
house
fast
.
"
How
are
you
,
Mrs.
Spencer
?
"
I
said
.
"
How
's
Mr.
Spencer
?
"
"
Let
me
take
your
coat
,
dear
,
"
she
said
.
She
did
n't
hear
me
ask
her
how
Mr.
Spencer
was
.
She
was
sort
of
deaf
.
She
hung
up
my
coat
in
the
hall
closet
,
and
I
sort
of
brushed
my
hair
back
with
my
hand
.
I
wear
a
crew
cut
quite
frequently
and
I
never
have
to
comb
it
much
.
"
How
've
you
been
,
Mrs.
Spencer
?
"
I
said
again
,
only
louder
,
so
she
'd
hear
me
.
