Dear Ma,
I know its been a while since I wrote you, that Ive been reasonably busy with school and on the whole, and I havent had much time to land around to it. I hope everythings going good. Is Uncle Robby doing any kick downstairs? I hope he can make it for Christmas eve. Ive been hoping for a new wrist watch, in case you were running come to the fore of ideas for presents, or havent bought any yet.
Not much is new with me, really. Im exhausted from that softheaded Holden Caulfield woke me up at all hours last night. He got into both(prenominal) big fight with Stradlater, that big jerk he has to care his room with. I cant really blame Holden much, Id sure be in fights if I had to live with his big superior bearing all the time. The hollering and banging around was really what woke me up, only if then he comes barging in my room with his face all bloody and making a mess everywhere. He wouldnt draw anything on it; I guess its all right for him to rotate his blood and gore all around my room, but when I so much look at one section of the precious junk in his room I lay told off.
Anyway, of course he starts trying to weasel his way into getting Elys sack out for the night.
Hes the type of roast whod expect everyone to respect his personal property, but he doesnt think anything about sneaking into another guys pull away when hes gone for the weekend. Besides, if Ely comes back early to find nearly guy sprawled out across his bed, Im the one who gets blamed for it. Eventually I doze off, only to be woken up for the second time, with some dumb question about whether...
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