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           "Yeah?"Isaid."What’shername?"Iwasprettyinterested. 

           "I’mthinking...Uh.JeanGallagher." 

           Boy,Inearlydroppeddeadwhenhesaidthat. 

           "JaneGallagher,"Isaid.Ievengotupfromthewashbowlwhenhesaidthat.Idamnneardroppeddead."You’redamnrightIknowher. Shepracticallylivedrightnextdoortome,thesummerbeforelast.ShehadthisbigdamnDobermanpinscher.That’showImether.Herdogusedtokeepcomingoverinour—" 

           "You’rerightinmylight,Holden,forChrissake,"Stradlatersaid."Yahavetostandrightthere?" 

           Boy,wasIexcited,though.Ireallywas. 

           "Whereisshe?"Iaskedhim."Ioughtagodownandsayhellotoherorsomething.Whereisshe?IntheAnnex?" 

           "Yeah." 

           "How’dshehappentomentionme?DoesshegotoB.M.now?Shesaidshemightgothere.ShesaidshemightgotoShipley,too. IthoughtshewenttoShipley.How’dshehappentomentionme?"Iwasprettyexcited.Ireallywas. 

           "Idon’tknow,forChrissake.Liftup,willya? You’reonmytowel,"Stradlatersaid.Iwassittingonhisstupidtowel. 

           "JaneGallagher,"Isaid.Icouldn’tgetoverit."JesusH.Christ."