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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 24
I
remember
coming
back
home
from
school
at
Christmas.
We
met
at
the
station.
We
said
goodbye
to
friends.
The
girls
wore
fur
coats.
We
talked
and
waved.
We
held
our
tickets
tight.
The
train
cars
looked
happy
like
Christmas.
We
went
out
into
the
winter
night.
Snow
stretched
beside
us.
Small
station
lights
moved
by.
We
took
deep
breaths.
We
felt
part
of
this
place
for
a
moment.
That’s
my
Middle
West.
Not
the
fields
or
towns,
but
the
trains
of
my
youth.
The
street
lamps,
sleigh
bells,
and
snow.
I
am
part
of
that.
This
story
is
about
the
West.
Tom,
Gatsby,
Daisy,
Jordan,
and
I
were
from
the
West.
We
did
not
fit
in
the
East.
Even
when
the
East
excited
me,
it
felt
strange.
West
Egg
is
in
my
dreams.
I
see
it
at
night.
Many
houses
under
a
dark
sky.
Four
men
walk
with
a
stretcher.
A
woman
in
a
white
dress
lies
on
it.
Her
hand
has
jewels.
The
men
go
into
a
house,
the
wrong
house.
No
one
knows
her
name.
After
Gatsby
died,
the
East
felt
strange.
I
decided
to
go
home.
I
had
one
thing
to
do
before
leaving.
I
wanted
to
leave
things
right.
I
saw
Jordan
Baker.
We
talked
about
what
happened
to
us.
She
listened
in
a
big
chair.
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