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"The thought was forced on me that no matter how coolly or sensibly or gracefully I might one day learn to live my life, I would always at best be a visitor in a garden of enamel urinals and bedpans, with a sightless, wooden dummy-deity standing by in a marked-down rupture truss."its from Nine Stories by JD Salinger. I need to analyze it for an english class and i've been trying to for 2 hours. I really need help!
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