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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 27
I
started
to
like
New
York,
especially
its
exciting
feel
at
night.
I
enjoyed
walking
up
Fifth
Avenue,
watching
people,
and
imagining
their
lives.
Sometimes,
I
followed
them
in
my
mind
to
their
homes,
and
they
smiled
at
me
before
disappearing
inside.
In
the
magical
city
twilight,
I
felt
lonely,
and
I
saw
it
in
others
too—young
clerks
waiting
alone
for
dinner,
wasting
the
best
moments
of
night
and
life.
At
eight
o'clock,
when
the
streets
were
full
of
taxis
going
to
the
theatre,
I
felt
sad.
People
leaned
together
in
the
taxis,
talking
and
laughing.
I
imagined
I
was
with
them,
feeling
their
excitement,
and
I
wished
them
well.
For
a
while,
I
lost
touch
with
Jordan
Baker,
but
then
I
saw
her
again
in
midsummer.
At
first,
I
was
happy
to
be
with
her
because
she
was
a
famous
golfer.
But
then
it
became
more
than
that.
I
wasn't
in
love,
but
I
was
curious.
Her
bored
face
hid
something—most
people
who
pretend
have
something
to
hide.
One
day,
I
found
out
what
it
was.
At
a
house
party
in
Warwick,
she
left
a
car
in
the
rain
and
lied
about
it.
Then
I
remembered
a
story
about
her
from
the
past.
At
her
first
big
golf
tournament,
there
was
trouble
because
she
might
have
cheated.
The
story
almost
became
a
scandal
but
then
disappeared.
A
caddy
took
back
his
words,
and
another
witness
said
he
might
be
wrong.
The
story
and
her
name
stayed
in
my
mind.
Jordan
Baker
avoided
smart
men.
Now
I
saw
why.
She
felt
safer
where
no
one
thought
she
could
cheat.
She
was
dishonest.
She
couldn't
stand
losing,
so
she
started
lying
when
she
was
young
to
keep
her
cool
smile
and
satisfy
her
strong,
lively
body.
It
didn't
matter
to
me.
Dishonesty
in
a
woman
is
something
you
don't
blame
much—I
felt
a
bit
sorry,
then
forgot.
At
the
same
house
party,
we
talked
about
driving.
It
started
because
she
drove
so
close
to
some
workers
that
our
car
hit
a
button
on
one
man's
coat.
"You're
a
bad
driver,"
I
said.
"You
should
be
more
careful
or
not
drive
at
all."
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