The fall is heavy upon me now as I sit on this overturned tree and ponder the animals’ activity on the sly, they don’t even know I’m here. They really don’t. I think it is possible to forge a manuscript, like a painting.
When is the first of the treasured J. D. Salinger manuscripts going to be published? I can’t wait to get my hands on that. I’m not kidding.
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