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"
How
much
?
"
"
A
buck
.
"
"
You
got
robbed
.
"
He
started
cleaning
his
goddam
fingernails
with
the
end
of
a
match
.
He
was
always
cleaning
his
fingernails
.
It
was
funny
,
in
a
way
.
His
teeth
were
always
mossy-looking
,
and
his
ears
were
always
dirty
as
hell
,
but
he
was
always
cleaning
his
fingernails
.
I
guess
he
thought
that
made
him
a
very
neat
guy
.
He
took
another
look
at
my
hat
while
he
was
cleaning
them
.
"
Up
home
we
wear
a
hat
like
that
to
shoot
deer
in
,
for
Chrissake
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
's
a
deer
shooting
hat
.
"
"
Like
hell
it
is
.
"
I
took
it
off
and
looked
at
it
.
I
sort
of
closed
one
eye
,
like
I
was
taking
aim
at
it
.
"
This
is
a
people
shooting
hat
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
shoot
people
in
this
hat
.
"
"
Your
folks
know
you
got
kicked
out
yet
?
"
"
Nope
.
"
"
Where
the
hell
's
Stradlater
at
,
anyway
?
"
"
Down
at
the
game
.
He
's
got
a
date
.
"
I
yawned
.
I
was
yawning
all
over
the
place
.
For
one
thing
,
the
room
was
too
damn
hot
.
It
made
you
sleepy
.
At
Pencey
,
you
either
froze
to
death
or
died
of
the
heat
.
"
The
great
Stradlater
,
"
Ackley
said
.
"
--
Hey
.
Lend
me
your
scissors
a
second
,
willya
?
Ya
got
'em
handy
?
"
