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           "Yeah,Iguessso.Idon’tknow." 

           "Didshetellyouweusedtoplaycheckersallthetime,oranything?" 

           "Idon’tknow.ForChrissake,Ionlyjustmether,"Stradlatersaid.Hewasfinishedcombinghisgoddamgorgeoushair.Hewasputtingawayallhiscrumbytoiletarticles. 

           "Listen.Givehermyregards,willya?" 

           "Okay,"Stradlatersaid,butIknewheprobablywouldn’t.YoutakeaguylikeStradlater,theynevergiveyourregardstopeople. 

           Hewentbacktotheroom,butIstuckaroundinthecanforawhile,thinkingaboutoldJane.ThenIwentbacktotheroom,too. 

           Stradlaterwasputtingonhistie,infrontofthemirror,whenIgotthere.Hespentaroundhalfhisgoddamlifeinfrontofthemirror.Isatdowninmychairandsortofwatchedhimforawhile. 

           "Hey,"Isaid."Don’ttellherIgotkickedout,willya?" 

           "Okay." 

           ThatwasonegoodthingaboutStradlater.Youdidn’thavetoexplaineverygoddamlittlethingwithhim,thewayyouhadtodowithAckley. Mostly,Iguess,becausehewasn’ttoointerested.That’sreallywhy.Ackley,itwasdifferent.Ackleywasaverynosybastard. 

           Heputonmyhound’s-toothjacket.