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- do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid
question.
D.B. isn't as bad as the rest of them, but he keeps asking me a lot of questions,
too. He drove over last Saturday with this English babe that's in this new picture he's
writing. She was pretty affected, but very good-looking. Anyway, one time when she
went to the ladies' room way the hell down in the other wing D.B. asked me what I
thought about all this stuff I just finished telling you about. I didn't know what the hell to
say. If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so
many people about it. About all I know is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old
Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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