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发帖数: 315 | 1 J. D. Salinger
I'm Crazy
Collier's CXVI, December 22 1945, pages 36, 48, 51
IT WAS about eight o’clock at night, and dark, and raining, and freezing, and
the wind was noisy the way it is in spooky movies on the night the old slob
with the will gets murdered. I stood by the cannon on the top of Thomsen Hill,
freezing to death, watching the big south windows of the gym—shining big and
bright and dumb, like the windows of a gymnasium, and nothing else (but maybe
you never went to a boarding school) |
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