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           Thatway,Icouldn’tseeagoddamthing. "IthinkI’mgoingblind,"Isaidinthisveryhoarsevoice."Motherdarling,everything’sgettingsodarkinhere." 

           "You’renuts.IsweartoGod,"Ackleysaid. 

           "Motherdarling,givemeyourhand,Whywon’tyougivemeyourhand?" 

           "ForChrissake,growup." 

           Istartedgropingaroundinfrontofme,likeablindguy,butwithoutgettinguporanything.Ikeptsaying, "Motherdarling,whywon’tyougivemeyourhand?" Iwasonlyhorsingaround,naturally.Thatstuffgivesmeabangsometimes.Besides,IknowitannoyedhelloutofoldAckley. Healwaysbroughtouttheoldsadistinme.Iwasprettysadisticwithhimquiteoften.Finally,Iquit,though.Ipulledthepeakaroundtothebackagain,andrelaxed. 

           "Whobelongsathis?"Ackleysaid.Hewasholdingmyroommate’skneesupporteruptoshowme.ThatguyAckley’dpickupanything.He’devenpickupyourjockstraporsomething.ItoldhimitwasStradlater’s.SohechuckeditonStradlater’sbed.HegotitoffStradlater’schiffonier,sohechuckeditonthebed. 

           HecameoverandsatdownonthearmofStradlater’schair.Heneversatdowninachair.Justalwaysonthearm. "Wherethehelljagetthathat?"hesaid. 

           "NewYork." 

           "Howmuch?" 

           "Abuck."