Sunday 9 September 2007

Room


All of a sudden he said ‘for chrissake, Holden. This is about a goddam baseball glove’. you said it had to be descriptive. What the hells the difference if it’s a baseball glove. He was sore as hell. He was really furious. I went over and pulled it out of his hands. Then I tore it up and through it into the waste paper basket. Then I lay down on my be and lit a cigarette. You weren’t allowed to smoke in the dorm, but you could if everyone was asleep or out and nobody could smell the smoke. Besides I did it to annoy Stradlater. It drove him crazy when you broke any rules.

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