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One
thing
about
packing
depressed
me
a
little
.
I
had
to
pack
these
brand-new
ice
skates
my
mother
had
practically
just
sent
me
a
couple
of
days
before
.
That
depressed
me
.
I
could
see
my
mother
going
in
Spaulding
's
and
asking
the
salesman
a
million
dopy
questions
--
and
here
I
was
getting
the
ax
again
.
It
made
me
feel
pretty
sad
.
She
bought
me
the
wrong
kind
of
skates
--
I
wanted
racing
skates
and
she
bought
hockey
--
but
it
made
me
sad
anyway
.
Almost
every
time
somebody
gives
me
a
present
,
it
ends
up
making
me
sad
.
After
I
got
all
packed
,
I
sort
of
counted
my
dough
.
I
do
n't
remember
exactly
how
much
I
had
,
but
I
was
pretty
loaded
.
My
grandmother
'd
just
sent
me
a
wad
about
a
week
before
.
I
have
this
grandmother
that
's
quite
lavish
with
her
dough
.
She
does
n't
have
all
her
marbles
any
more
--
she
's
old
as
hell
--
and
she
keeps
sending
me
money
for
my
birthday
about
four
times
a
year
.
Anyway
,
even
though
I
was
pretty
loaded
,
I
figured
I
could
always
use
a
few
extra
bucks
.
You
never
know
.
So
what
I
did
was
,
I
went
down
the
hail
and
woke
up
Frederick
Woodruff
,
this
guy
I
'd
lent
my
typewriter
to
.
I
asked
him
how
much
he
'd
give
me
for
it
.
He
was
a
pretty
wealthy
guy
.
He
said
he
did
n't
know
.
He
said
he
did
n't
much
want
to
buy
it
.
Finally
he
bought
it
,
though
.
It
cost
about
ninety
bucks
,
and
all
he
bought
it
for
was
twenty
.
He
was
sore
because
I
'd
woke
him
up
.
When
I
was
all
set
to
go
,
when
I
had
my
bags
and
all
,
I
stood
for
a
while
next
to
the
stairs
and
took
a
last
look
down
the
goddam
corridor
.
I
was
sort
of
crying
.
I
do
n't
know
why
.
I
put
my
red
hunting
hat
on
,
and
turned
the
peak
around
to
the
back
,
the
way
I
liked
it
,
and
then
I
yelled
at
the
top
of
my
goddam
voice
,
"
Sleep
tight
,
ya
morons
!
"
I
'll
bet
I
woke
up
every
bastard
on
the
whole
floor
.
Then
I
got
the
hell
out
.
Some
stupid
guy
had
thrown
peanut
shells
all
over
the
stairs
,
and
I
damn
near
broke
my
crazy
neck
.
It
was
too
late
to
call
up
for
a
cab
or
anything
,
so
I
walked
the
whole
way
to
the
station
.
It
was
n't
too
far
,
but
it
was
cold
as
hell
,
and
the
snow
made
it
hard
for
walking
,
and
my
Gladstones
kept
banging
hell
out
of
my
legs
.
I
sort
of
enjoyed
the
air
and
all
,
though
.
The
only
trouble
was
,
the
cold
made
my
nose
hurt
,
and
right
under
my
upper
lip
,
where
old
Stradlater
'd
laid
one
on
me
.
He
'd
smacked
my
lip
right
on
my
teeth
,
and
it
was
pretty
sore
.
My
ears
were
nice
and
warm
,
though
.
That
hat
I
bought
had
earlaps
in
it
,
and
I
put
them
on
--
I
did
n't
give
a
damn
how
I
looked
.
Nobody
was
around
anyway
.
Everybody
was
in
the
sack
.
I
was
quite
lucky
when
I
got
to
the
station
,
because
I
only
had
to
wait
about
ten
minutes
for
a
train
.
While
I
waited
,
I
got
some
snow
in
my
hand
and
washed
my
face
with
it
.
I
still
had
quite
a
bit
of
blood
on
.
Usually
I
like
riding
on
trains
,
especially
at
night
,
with
the
lights
on
and
the
windows
so
black
,
and
one
of
those
guys
coming
up
the
aisle
selling
coffee
and
sandwiches
and
magazines
.
I
usually
buy
a
ham
sandwich
and
about
four
magazines
.
If
I
'm
on
a
train
at
night
,
I
can
usually
even
read
one
of
those
dumb
stories
in
a
magazine
without
puking
.
You
know
.
One
of
those
stories
with
a
lot
of
phony
,
lean-jawed
guys
named
David
in
it
,
and
a
lot
of
phony
girls
named
Linda
or
Marcia
that
are
always
lighting
all
the
goddam
Davids
'
pipes
for
them
.
I
can
even
read
one
of
those
lousy
stories
on
a
train
at
night
,
usually
.
But
this
time
,
it
was
different
.
I
just
did
n't
feel
like
it
.
I
just
sort
of
sat
and
not
did
anything
.
All
I
did
was
take
off
my
hunting
hat
and
put
it
in
my
pocket
.
All
of
a
sudden
,
this
lady
got
on
at
Trenton
and
sat
down
next
to
me
.
Practically
the
whole
car
was
empty
,
because
it
was
pretty
late
and
all
,
but
she
sat
down
next
to
me
,
instead
of
an
empty
seat
,
because
she
had
this
big
bag
with
her
and
I
was
sitting
in
the
front
seat
.
She
stuck
the
bag
right
out
in
the
middle
of
the
aisle
,
where
the
conductor
and
everybody
could
trip
over
it
.
She
had
these
orchids
on
,
like
she
'd
just
been
to
a
big
party
or
something
.
She
was
around
forty
or
forty-five
,
I
guess
,
but
she
was
very
good
looking
.
Women
kill
me
.
They
really
do
.
I
do
n't
mean
I
'm
oversexed
or
anything
like
that
--
although
I
am
quite
sexy
.
I
just
like
them
,
I
mean
.
They
're
always
leaving
their
goddam
bags
out
in
the
middle
of
the
aisle
.
Anyway
,
we
were
sitting
there
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
she
said
to
me
,
"
Excuse
me
,
but
is
n't
that
a
Pencey
Prep
sticker
?
"
She
was
looking
up
at
my
suitcases
,
up
on
the
rack
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
,
"
I
said
.
She
was
right
.
I
did
have
a
goddam
Pencey
sticker
on
one
of
my
Gladstones
.
Very
corny
,
I
'll
admit
.
