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"
I
do
!
That
's
where
you
're
wrong
--
that
's
exactly
where
you
're
wrong
!
Why
the
hell
do
you
have
to
say
that
?
"
I
said
.
Boy
,
was
she
depressing
me
.
"
Because
you
do
n't
,
"
she
said
.
"
Name
one
thing
.
"
"
One
thing
?
One
thing
I
like
?
"
I
said
.
"
Okay
.
"
The
trouble
was
,
I
could
n't
concentrate
too
hot
.
Sometimes
it
's
hard
to
concentrate
.
"
One
thing
I
like
a
lot
you
mean
?
"
I
asked
her
.
She
did
n't
answer
me
,
though
.
She
was
in
a
cockeyed
position
way
the
hell
over
the
other
side
of
the
bed
.
She
was
about
a
thousand
miles
away
.
"
C'mon
answer
me
,
"
I
said
.
"
One
thing
I
like
a
lot
,
or
one
thing
I
just
like
?
"
"
You
like
a
lot
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
But
the
trouble
was
,
I
could
n't
concentrate
.
About
all
I
could
think
of
were
those
two
nuns
that
went
around
collecting
dough
in
those
beatup
old
straw
baskets
.
Especially
the
one
with
the
glasses
with
those
iron
rims
.
And
this
boy
I
knew
at
Elkton
Hills
.
There
was
this
one
boy
at
Elkton
Hills
,
named
James
Castle
,
that
would
n't
take
back
something
he
said
about
this
very
conceited
boy
,
Phil
Stabile
.
James
Castle
called
him
a
very
conceited
guy
,
and
one
of
Stabile
's
lousy
friends
went
and
squealed
on
him
to
Stabile
.
So
Stabile
,
with
about
six
other
dirty
bastards
,
went
down
to
James
Castle
's
room
and
went
in
and
locked
the
goddam
door
and
tried
to
make
him
take
back
what
he
said
,
but
he
would
n't
do
it
.
So
they
started
in
on
him
.
I
wo
n't
even
tell
you
what
they
did
to
him
--
it
's
too
repulsive
--
but
he
still
would
n't
take
it
back
,
old
James
Castle
.
And
you
should
've
seen
him
.
He
was
a
skinny
little
weak-looking
guy
,
with
wrists
about
as
big
as
pencils
.
Finally
,
what
he
did
,
instead
of
taking
back
what
he
said
,
he
jumped
out
the
window
.
I
was
in
the
shower
and
all
,
and
even
I
could
hear
him
land
outside
.
But
I
just
thought
something
fell
out
the
window
,
a
radio
or
a
desk
or
something
,
not
a
boy
or
anything
.
Then
I
heard
everybody
running
through
the
corridor
and
down
the
stairs
,
so
I
put
on
my
bathrobe
and
I
ran
downstairs
too
,
and
there
was
old
James
Castle
laying
right
on
the
stone
steps
and
all
.
He
was
dead
,
and
his
teeth
,
and
blood
,
were
all
over
the
place
,
and
nobody
would
even
go
near
him
.
He
had
on
this
turtleneck
sweater
I
'd
lent
him
.
All
they
did
with
the
guys
that
were
in
the
room
with
him
was
expel
them
.
They
did
n't
even
go
to
jail
.
That
was
about
all
I
could
think
of
,
though
.
Those
two
nuns
I
saw
at
breakfast
and
this
boy
James
Castle
I
knew
at
Elkton
Hills
.
The
funny
part
is
,
I
hardly
even
know
James
Castle
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
He
was
one
of
these
very
quiet
guys
.
He
was
in
my
math
class
,
but
he
was
way
over
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
and
he
hardly
ever
got
up
to
recite
or
go
to
the
blackboard
or
anything
.
Some
guys
in
school
hardly
ever
get
up
to
recite
or
go
to
the
blackboard
.
I
think
the
only
time
I
ever
even
had
a
conversation
with
him
was
that
time
he
asked
me
if
he
could
borrow
this
turtleneck
sweater
I
had
.
I
damn
near
dropped
dead
when
he
asked
me
,
I
was
so
surprised
and
all
.
I
remember
I
was
brushing
my
teeth
,
in
the
can
,
when
he
asked
me
.
He
said
his
cousin
was
coming
in
to
take
him
for
a
drive
and
all
.
I
did
n't
even
know
he
knew
I
had
a
turtleneck
sweater
.
All
I
knew
about
him
was
that
his
name
was
always
right
ahead
of
me
at
roll
call
.
Cabel
,
R.
,
Cabel
,
W.
,
Castle
,
Caulfield
--
I
can
still
remember
it
.
If
you
want
to
know
the
truth
,
I
almost
did
n't
lend
him
my
sweater
.
Just
because
I
did
n't
know
him
too
well
.
