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Oh man. That really really sucks. Salinger is possibly my favourite author ever. At the very least, Franny and Zooey will I think always be tied as my favourite book ever. Here's hoping whatever he's been writing in the last 40 years will now surface....
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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