Cathcer in the rye
Anyway, I really did go home after the carrouse!. 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 really came down like a madman. I still had Phoebe’s red hunting hat onit was soaking wet though.didn’t care. Phoebe was much more cheerful now. “I’m glad we’re both going home now, Holden”, she said. “I’m just ready to get this over with”, I said “Mom and dad will cry ) and yell. I don’t care.” “Don’t worry, Holden. It’ll be okay”, Phoebe said. She squeezed my hand-she was holding my hand-and smiled the cutest smile at me. It just about killed me. We walked into the huge lobby in Grand Central. As we walked over to where the lockers were, we passed the bench where I’d sort of slept for a few hours after I had to leave Mr. Antolini’s. I’d never tell Phoebe about it, of course. It seemed like so long ago, but it was actually just this morning. We just had most of Phoebe’s Christmas dough, so we got my Gladstones, and took the Madison Avenue bus to 72nd street. There were a bunch of kids around Phoebe’s age in the back of the bus. They were all
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Some common words found in the essay are:
DB Phoebe, Hi Holden, Stradlater Hers, Holden Frankly, Huck Jim, Madison Avenue, Yes Susie, Antolini Theyre, Grand Central, Dad Holden, mom dad, didnt care, bus 72nd street, dont worry, im sorry, id sort, military school, ago actually, dont understand, bus 72nd, lay bed,
Approximate Word count = 2092
Approximate Pages = 8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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