Boy...Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
RIP JD Salinger
You were a God for teens everywhere, and truly a believer of what teen angst can do to the best of us.
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