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All

of

a

sudden

I

started

to

cry

.

I

'd

give

anything

if

I

had

n't

,

but

I

did

.

"

No

,

you

're

no

crooks

,

"

I

said

.

"

You

're

just

stealing

five

--

"

"

Shut

up

,

"

old

Maurice

said

,

and

gave

me

a

shove

.

"

Leave

him

alone

,

hey

,

"

Sunny

said

.

"

C'mon

,

hey

.

We

got

the

dough

he

owes

us

.

Let

's

go

.

C'mon

,

hey

.

"

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"

I

'm

comin

'

,

"

old

Maurice

said

.

But

he

did

n't

.

"

I

mean

it

,

Maurice

,

hey

.

Leave

him

alone

.

"

"

Who

's

hurtin

'

anybody

?

"

he

said

,

innocent

as

hell

.

Then

what

he

did

,

he

snapped

his

finger

very

hard

on

my

pajamas

.

I

wo

n't

tell

you

where

he

snapped

it

,

but

it

hurt

like

hell

.

I

told

him

he

was

a

goddam

dirty

moron

.

"

What

's

that

?

"

he

said

.

He

put

his

hand

behind

his

ear

,

like

a

deaf

guy

.

"

What

's

that

?

What

am

I

?

"

I

was

still

sort

of

crying

.

I

was

so

damn

mad

and

nervous

and

all

.

"

You

're

a

dirty

moron

,

"

I

said

.

"

You

're

a

stupid

chiseling

moron

,

and

in

about

two

years

you

'll

be

one

of

those

scraggy

guys

that

come

up

to

you

on

the

street

and

ask

for

a

dime

for

coffee

.

You

'll

have

snot

all

over

your

dirty

filthy

overcoat

,

and

you

'll

be

--

"

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Then

he

smacked

me

.

I

did

n't

even

try

to

get

out

of

the

way

or

duck

or

anything

.

All

I

felt

was

this

terrific

punch

in

my

stomach

.

I

was

n't

knocked

out

or

anything

,

though

,

because

I

remember

looking

up

from

the

floor

and

seeing

them

both

go

out

the

door

and

shut

it

.

Then

I

stayed

on

the

floor

a

fairly

long

time

,

sort

of

the

way

I

did

with

Stradlater

.

Only

,

this

time

I

thought

I

was

dying

.

I

really

did

.

I

thought

I

was

drowning

or

something

.

The

trouble

was

,

I

could

hardly

breathe

.

When

I

did

finally

get

up

,

I

had

to

walk

to

the

bathroom

all

doubled

up

and

holding

onto

my

stomach

and

all

.

But

I

'm

crazy

.

I

swear

to

God

I

am

.

About

halfway

to

the

bathroom

,

I

sort

of

started

pretending

I

had

a

bullet

in

my

guts

.

Old

'

Maurice

had

plugged

me

.

Now

I

was

on

the

way

to

the

bathroom

to

get

a

good

shot

of

bourbon

or

something

to

steady

my

nerves

and

help

me

really

go

into

action

.

I

pictured

myself

coming

out

of

the

goddam

bathroom

,

dressed

and

all

,

with

my

automatic

in

my

pocket

,

and

staggering

around

a

little

bit

.

Then

I

'd

walk

downstairs

,

instead

of

using

the

elevator

.

I

'd

hold

onto

the

banister

and

all

,

with

this

blood

trickling

out

of

the

side

of

my

mouth

a

little

at

a

time

.

What

I

'd

do

,

I

'd

walk

down

a

few

floors

--

holding

onto

my

guts

,

blood

leaking

all

over

the

place

--

and

then

I

'd

ring

the

elevator

bell

.

As

soon

as

old

Maurice

opened

the

doors

,

he

'd

see

me

with

the

automatic

in

my

hand

and

he

'd

start

screaming

at

me

,

in

this

very

high-pitched

,

yellow-belly

voice

,

to

leave

him

alone

.

But

I

'd

plug

him

anyway

.

Six

shots

right

through

his

fat

hairy

belly

.

Then

I

'd

throw

my

automatic

down

the

elevator

shaft

--

after

I

'd

wiped

off

all

the

finger

prints

and

all

.

Then

I

'd

crawl

back

to

my

room

and

call

up

Jane

and

have

her

come

over

and

bandage

up

my

guts

.

I

pictured

her

holding

a

cigarette

for

me

to

smoke

while

I

was

bleeding

and

all

.

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