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           Besides,IdidittoannoyStradlater.Itdrovehimcrazywhenyoubrokeanyrules.Heneversmokedinthedorm.Itwasonlyme. 

           Hestilldidn’tsayonesinglesolitarywordaboutJane.SofinallyIsaid, "You’rebackprettygoddamlateifsheonlysignedoutfornine-thirty.Didyoumakeherbelatesigningin?" 

           Hewassittingontheedgeofhisbed,cuttinghisgoddamtoenails,whenIaskedhimthat. "Couplaminutes,"hesaid."Whothehellsignsoutfornine-thirtyonaSaturdaynight?" God,howIhatedhim. 

           "DidyougotoNewYork?"Isaid. 

           "Yacrazy?HowthehellcouldwegotoNewYorkifsheonlysignedoutfornine-thirty?" 

           "That’stough." 

           Helookedupatme. "Listen,"hesaid,"ifyou’regonnasmokeintheroom,how‘boutgoingdowntothecananddoit?Youmaybegettingthehelloutofhere,butIhavetostickaroundlongenoughtograduate." 

           Iignoredhim.Ireallydid.Iwentrightonsmokinglikeamadman.AllIdidwassortofturnoveronmysideandwatchedhimcuthisdamntoenails. Whataschool.Youwerealwayswatchingsomebodycuttheirdamntoenailsorsqueezetheirpimplesorsomething. 

           "Didyougivehermyregards?"Iaskedhim. 

           "Yeah." 

           Thehellhedid,thebastard.