Tags: the catcher in the rye

лемонко

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...Then we shook hands. And all that crap. It made me feel sad as hell, though.
“I’ll drop you a line, sir. Take care of your grippe, now.”
“Good-by, boy.”
After I shut the door and started back to the living room, he yelled something at me, but I couldn’t exactly hear him. I’m pretty sure he yelled “Good luck!” at me. I hope not. I hope to hell not. I’d never yell “Good luck!” at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.


А между тем у меня самой нет-нет да и проскочит это "удачи", "счастливо" an'all that stuff..