How does Phoebe know so much? She knew that I got kicked out of Pencey without me even having to tell her, and she also
understood what I was saying about all the phonies that were at Pencey. I tell her all about the mean people in the world so that she can know all about the phonies that exist and to prevent her from becoming one herself. However, she thinks I dislike everything because even before I went to Pencey, I told her all about the guys at Elkton Hills and their phoniness. I just don't want her to grow up as fast as she is, every time I come back to see her she is more mature than the last time. This time she was even asking what I wanted to do with my life. The funny part is I think she knows more about her future than what I what I know about mine. My goal in life isn't to succeed at an occupation, it is to follow through with a dream. My dream is to prevent kids from losing their most valuable, yet easily lost gift, their innocence. The moment where I saw the little boy walking on the street is instilled inside of me, the fact that his parents were exposing him to the dangers of the world is nefarious. I am thinking of writing this letter to Phoebe just in case my parents send me to military school and don't get a chance to talk to her for a while:
Dear Phoebe,
Although we may not be able to talk to each other for a little bit, I just want to tell you not to worry about me; Dad will only stay mad for a couple of days and plus D.B. will probably stop by to see once in a while. Also, Phoebe don't think I hate everything because I don't. You have helped me to realize what I actually enjoy, I just tell you all the bad things so that you realize what is really going on in the world. Phoebe don't ever change stay just the way you are, you are perfect already.
P.S. If you see mom getting depressed, try to comfort her, she is going through a hard time.
Love,
Holden Weatherfield Caulfield
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