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Ponyboy turned the envelope over in his hand.
His throat was suddenly dry.
He looked around the empty room nervously.
It had to be done, Dally had left this for him on the shop counter.
The shop he'd robbed.
He sighed loudly and slitted the envelope open with his blade.
The letter was written on a scrap piece of paper, probably torn from a notice board.
Yep, on the other side it showed a piece of a poster advertising something about grass.
Typical Dally, the shop keeper probably didn't even know he'd ripped the poster
Ponyboy started to read.
Ponyboy,
I wrote this quickly, just for
you. I left it on the counter of
the store so's it'd reach ya. Johnny was
like my friggin kid brother man, ya
dig? I cared bout him, I really
did, then he goes and helps
people. I'm not so sure it was
worth it. He needed savin, just like
those kids. Ah shit, now I'm gettin
all mellow! Look Pony, I care bout
you too ya know. So like
Johnny said, saty gold. It's a
tuff way to be. Don't go gettin wise,
ya hear? It ain't worth feelin
nothin. If I could do it all
again, I'd be like you, savvy? It's
worth all the shit and pain in
life just to feel those
minutes a' happiness. 99.9 of
your life, or anyone's, is full a' shit.
It's that 0.01 that makes it all
worthwhile, ya dig? You're a smart kid,
Ponyboy Curtis, you'll go places. Cause
if ya' don't, it's lettin the Socs
win. And don't let 'em win Ponyboy, if only
for your folks and Johnny and me.
Your buddy,
Dallas Jamie Winston.
He did care. Dally really did. But now, he was dead. And Johnny Cade was right. Them Southern boys ain't got nuthin on Dallas Winston...
How'd I do? By the way, I'm going away to the gaeltacht (all irish speaking community) for three weeks so none of my other stories will be updated. 'Tis a shame but I'm looking forward to it!!! Please R&R.