It was too late to call up for a cab or anything. So I walked the whole way to the station. It wasn’t too far, but it was cold as hell and the snow made it hard for walking, and my Gladstone’s kept banging hell out of my legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all right under my upper lip, where Stradlater had laid one on me. My ears where warm though. I like riding trains on trains especially at night. I usually buy a ham sandwich and four magazines. I just sort of sat and not did anything. All I did was take off my hunting hat and put it in my pocket.
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