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[inventing_kafka]

J. D. Salinger
A Perfect Day for Bananafish
The New Yorker, January 31, 1948, pages 21-25

THERE WERE ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in 507 had to wait from noon till almost two-thirty to get her call through. She used the time, though. She read an article in a

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[alseenvos]

Did you type that all out yourself?
I read it.. because I'm a nerd, and I type exceprts from my favourite books on livejournal all the time and no one reads them.

Now I've just embrassed myself.
sounds a good un'

[inventing_kafka]

I have a sheboner over you Kimmeh. Book nerds are the HOTTEST. Respeck...

No, I didn't type, I'm lazy. I got it off the webernet.

[alseenvos]

Pfff, WEAK!

[anonymous]

Oh McEmma!!

How I miss you, my beloved!
xx

[inventing_kafka]

Who is this? Silly silly, you forgot to sign in.

Mayyyybe I have a secret admirer :D

Nevertheless, I declare my love back because I'm sure if I'm beloved then I am loving.

[anonymous]

I'm shocked and dismayed. I know I'm not logged in - I can't be bothered.

Gosh, so many good times what will I use to expose myself *opens trench coat slowly*...

Einstein = Llama King?

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