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- 911 around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a
912 sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the
913 fence--there was this fence that went all around the course--and he was sitting there,
914 about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That's the kind of red
915 hair he had. God, he was a nice kid, though. He used to laugh so hard at something he
916 thought of at the dinner table that he just about fell off his chair. I was only thirteen, and
917 they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in
918 the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I
919 broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it. I even tried to break all
920 the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken
921 and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it. It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll
922 admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it, and you didn't know Allie. My hand
923 still hurts me once in a while when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist any more--
924 not a tight one, I mean--but outside of that I don't care much. I mean I'm not going to be a
925 goddam surgeon or a violinist or anything anyway.
926 Anyway, that's what I wrote Stradlater's composition about. Old Allie's baseball
927 mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my suitcase, so I got it out and copied down the
928 poems that were written on it. All I had to do was change Allie's name so that nobody
929 would know it was my brother and not Stradlater's. I wasn't too crazy about doing it, but I
930 couldn't think of anything else descriptive. Besides, I sort of liked writing about it. It took
931 me about an hour, because I had to use Stradlater's lousy typewriter, and it kept jamming
932 on me. The reason I didn't use my own was because I'd lent it to a guy down the hall.
933 It was around ten-thirty, I guess, when I finished it. I wasn't tired, though, so I
934 looked out the window for a while. It wasn't snowing out any more, but every once in a
935 while you could hear a car somewhere not being able to get started. You could also hear
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