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           "What’dshesay?"Isaid."Didyouaskherifshestillkeepsallherkingsinthebackrow?" 

           "No,Ididn’taskher.Whatthehellyathinkwedidallnight—playcheckers,forChrissake?" 

           Ididn’tevenanswerhim.God,howIhatedhim. 

           "Ifyoudidn’tgotoNewYork,where’dyagowithher?"Iaskedhim,afteralittlewhile.Icouldhardlykeepmyvoicefromshakingallovertheplace.Boy,wasIgettingnervous.Ijusthadafeelingsomethinghadgonefunny. 

           Hewasfinishedcuttinghisdamntoenails.Sohegotupfromthebed,injusthisdamnshortsandall,andstartedgettingverydamnplayful.Hecameovertomybedandstartedleaningovermeandtakingtheseplayfulashellsocksatmyshoulder. "Cutitout,"Isaid."Where’dyougowithherifyoudidn’tgotoNewYork?" 

           "Nowhere.Wejustsatinthegoddamcar."Hegavemeanotheroneofthoseplayfulstupidlittlesocksontheshoulder. 

           "Cutitout,"Isaid."Whosecar?" 

           "EdBanky’s." 

           EdBankywasthebasketballcoachatPencey.OldStradlaterwasoneofhispets,becausehewasthecenterontheteam,andEdBankyalwayslethimborrowhiscarwhenhewantedit. Itwasn’tallowedforstudentstoborrowfacultyguys’cars,butalltheathleticbastardsstucktogether.IneveryschoolI’vegoneto,alltheathleticbastardssticktogether.