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           Iwokeupallofasudden.Idon’tknowwhattimeitwasoranything,butIwokeup.Ifeltsomethingonmyhead,someguy’shand.Boy,itreallyscaredhelloutofme.Whatitwas,itwasMr.Antolini’shand.Whathewasdoingwas,hewassittingonthefloorrightnexttothecouch,inthedarkandall,andhewassortofpettingmeorpattingmeonthegoddamhead.Boy,I’llbetIjumpedaboutathousandfeet.

           "Whatthehellyadoing?"Isaid.

           "Nothing!I’msimplysittinghere,admiring—"

           "What’reyadoing,anyway?"Isaidoveragain.Ididn’tknowwhatthehelltosay—ImeanIwasembarrassedashell.

           "How‘boutkeepingyourvoicedown?I’msimplysittinghere—"

           "Ihavetogo,anyway,"Isaid—boy,wasInervous!Istartedputtingonmydamnpantsinthedark.IcouldhardlygetthemonIwassodamnnervous.Iknowmoredamnperverts,atschoolsandall,thananybodyyouevermet,andthey’realwaysbeingpervertywhenI’maround.

           "Youhavetogowhere?"Mr.Antolinisaid.Hewastryingtoactverygoddamcasualandcoolandall,buthewasn’tanytoogoddamcool.Takemyword.

           "Ileftmybagsandallatthestation.IthinkmaybeI’dbettergodownandgetthem.Ihaveallmystuffinthem."

           "They’llbethereinthemorning.Now,gobacktobed.I’mgoingtobedmyself.What’sthematterwithyou?"

           "Nothing’sthematter,it’sjustthatallmymoneyandstuff’sinoneofmybags.I’llberightback.