I was sitting in my favorite restaurant with a million dollars in my pocket. There was a ravishing woman besides me telling me I could do anything and everything as long as I set my mind on. That was the damn dream I was having until damn Holden woke me from my sleep. He was pounding on my door which was making my head throb with pain. When I answered the door he had the nerve to ask me if I would like to purchase his typerwriter. I mean.. I ALREADY HAVE A TYPEWRITER FOR CHRISTSAKES! He had his packed bags beside him so I figured he was getting out of this dump. I felt bad for the poor sap, getting kicked out of Pencey Prep couldn't look to good on his transcripts. So I decided to be a damn prince and give him twenty dollars for the damn thing. It was not a total waste of twenty dollars, my typewrite was total crap and his was top knotch. Hopefully I can get to bed soon and return to that fantastic dreamof mine.
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