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           "Doyoumindcuttingyournailsoverthetable,hey?"Isaid."I’veaskedyouaboutfifty—" 

           "He’sgotthisgoddamsuperiorattitudeallthetime,"Ackleysaid."Idon’teventhinkthesonuvabitchisintelligent.Hethinksheis.Hethinkshe’saboutthemost—" 

           "Ackley!ForChrissake.Willyapleasecutyourcrumbynailsoverthetable?I’veaskedyoufiftytimes." 

           Hestartedcuttinghisnailsoverthetable,forachange.Theonlywayheeverdidanythingwasifyouyelledathim. 

           Iwatchedhimforawhile.ThenIsaid, "Thereasonyou’resoreatStradlaterisbecausehesaidthatstuffaboutbrushingyourteethonceinawhile.Hedidn’tmeantoinsultyou,forcryin’outloud. Hedidn’tsayitrightoranything,buthedidn’tmeananythinginsulting.Allhemeantwasyou’dlookbetterandfeelbetterifyousortofbrushedyourteethonceinawhile." 

           "Ibrushmyteeth.Don’tgimmethat." 

           "No,youdon’t.I’veseenyou,andyoudon’t,"Isaid. Ididn’tsayitnasty,though.Ifeltsortofsorryforhim,inaway.Imeanitisn’ttoonice,naturally,ifsomebodytellsyouyoudon’tbrushyourteeth. "Stradlater’sallrightHe’snottoobad,"Isaid."Youdon’tknowhim,thatsthetrouble." 

           "Istillsayhe’sasonuvabitch.He’saconceitedsonuvabitch." 

           "He’sconceited,buthe’sverygenerousinsomethings.Hereallyis,"Isaid. 

           "Look.Suppose,forinstance,Stradlaterwaswearingatieorsomethingthatyouliked.