The Catcher in the Rye (15)# Literature - 文海拾贝
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It was too late to call up for a cab or anything, so I walked the
whole way to the station. It wasn't too far, but it was cold as hell, and the
snow made it hard for walking, and my Gladstones kept banging hell out of my
legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all, though. The only trouble was, the
cold made my nose hurt, and right under my upper lip, where old Stradlater'd
laid one on me. He'd smacked my lip right on my teeth, and it was pretty sore.
My ears were nice and warm, though. Th
It was too late to call up for a cab or anything, so I walked the
whole way to the station. It wasn't too far, but it was cold as hell, and the
snow made it hard for walking, and my Gladstones kept banging hell out of my
legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all, though. The only trouble was, the
cold made my nose hurt, and right under my upper lip, where old Stradlater'd
laid one on me. He'd smacked my lip right on my teeth, and it was pretty sore.
My ears were nice and warm, though. Th