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- 4657 subway down to Grand Central. My bags were there and all, and I figured I'd sleep in that
4658 crazy waiting room where all the benches are. So that's what I did. It wasn't too bad for a
4659 while because there weren't many people around and I could stick my feet up. But I don't
4660 feel much like discussing it. It wasn't too nice. Don't ever try it. I mean it. It'll depress
4661 you.
4662 I only slept till around nine o'clock because a million people started coming in the
4663 waiting room and I had to take my feet down. I can't sleep so hot if I have to keep my feet
4664 on the floor. So I sat up. I still had that headache. It was even worse. And I think I was
4665 more depressed than I ever was in my whole life.
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4666 I didn't want to, but I started thinking about old Mr. Antolini and I wondered what
4667 he'd tell Mrs. Antolini when she saw I hadn't slept there or anything. That part didn't
4668 worry me too much, though, because I knew Mr. Antolini was very smart and that he
4669 could make up something to tell her. He could tell her I'd gone home or something. That
4670 part didn't worry me much. But what did worry me was the part about how I'd woke up
4671 and found him patting me on the head and all. I mean I wondered if just maybe I was
4672 wrong about thinking be was making a flitty pass at ne. I wondered if maybe he just liked
4673 to pat guys on the head when they're asleep. I mean how can you tell about that stuff for
4674 sure? You can't. I even started wondering if maybe I should've got my bags and gone
4675 back to his house, the way I'd said I would. I mean I started thinking that even if he was a
4676 flit he certainly'd been very nice to me. I thought how he hadn't minded it when I'd called
4677 him up so late, and how he'd told me to come right over if I felt like it. And how he went
4678 to all that trouble giving me that advice about finding out the size of your mind and all,
4679 and how he was the only guy that'd even gone near that boy James Castle I told you about
4680 when he was dead. I thought about all that stuff. And the more I thought about it, the
4681 more depressed I got. I mean I started thinking maybe I should've gone back to his house.
4682 Maybe he was only patting my head just for the hell of it. The more I thought about it,
4683 though, the more depressed and screwed up about it I got. What made it even worse, my
4684 eyes were sore as hell. They felt sore and burny from not getting too much sleep. Besides
4685 that, I was getting sort of a cold, and I didn't even have a goddam handkerchief with me. I
4686 had some in my suitcase, but I didn't feel like taking it out of that strong box and opening
4687 it up right in public and all.
4688 There was this magazine that somebody'd left on the bench next to me, so I
4689 started reading it, thinking it'd make me stop thinking about Mr. Antolini and a million
4690 other things for at least a little while. But this damn article I started reading made me feel
4691 almost worse. It was all about hormones. It described how you should look, your face and
4692 eyes and all, if your hormones were in good shape, and I didn't look that way at all. I
4693 looked exactly like the guy in the article with lousy hormones. So I started getting
4694 worried about my hormones. Then I read this other article about how you can tell if you
4695 have cancer or not. It said if you had any sores in your mouth that didn't heal pretty
4696 quickly, it was a sign that you probably had cancer. I'd had this sore on the inside of my
4697 lip for about two weeks. So figured I was getting cancer. That magazine was some little
4698 cheerer upper. I finally quit reading it and went outside for a walk. I figured I'd be dead in
4699 a couple of months because I had cancer. I really did. I was even positive I would be. It
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