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Catcher in the Rye Anyway, I really did go home after the carrousel. First, Phoebe and I walked out of the park onto the east side, and took the bus to Grand Central, to get my goddam Gladstones out of the strong box there. Though it had stopped pouring out, I was still pretty wet. Boy, it really came down like a madman. I still had Phoebe's red hunting hat on, it was soaking wet …

…she said, "you sound really sick" It turned out I was really worn out mentally and physically, and they have me here in this crappy hospital. I feel like I shouldn't be here, but they won't let me go. I miss scotch and cigarettes, and there's no cute girls here either. So, that's all I'm writing. I think I told too much already. I doubt any of you will understand, I don't expect you to.