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I wasn’t meeting old Sally till two o’clock. I started walking over towards Broadway, just for the hell of it. Besides I wanted to find a record store that was open on Sunday. There was this record I wanted to get for Phoebe, called ‘Little Shirley Beans’. It was a very hard record to get. A boy at Pencey had it and I tried to buy it off him, but he wouldn’t sell it to me. The first record sore I went into had a copy, they charge me five bucks for it. I could hardly wait to get to the park to give it to her. After I got tickets to the Lunts show, I took a cab up to the park. When I got there I couldn’t she her anywhere. There was a few kids around. Then I saw a kid about her age sitting on a bench by herself. I asked her if she knew Phoebe and she said she did. She said she was probably at the museum. Then I remember it was Sunday. I told the kid it was Sunday and then she said she didn’t know where Phoebe was then.
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