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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 2
I
followed
him
over
a
low
whitewashed
fence,
and
we
walked
back
along
the
road
under
Doctor
Eckleburg’s
watchful
eyes.
The
only
building
nearby
was
a
small
yellow
brick
block
on
the
edge
of
the
waste
land.
It
looked
like
a
tiny
Main
Street
with
nothing
around
it.
One
shop
was
for
rent,
another
was
an
all-night
restaurant,
and
the
third
was
a
garage.
The
sign
read:
George
B.
Wilson.
Cars
bought
and
sold.
I
followed
Tom
inside.
The
garage
was
bare
and
uninviting;
the
only
car
was
a
dusty
old
Ford
in
a
corner.
I
thought
maybe
there
were
fancy
apartments
upstairs,
but
then
the
owner
appeared.
He
was
a
blond,
lifeless
man,
a
bit
handsome.
When
he
saw
us,
hope
lit
up
his
light
blue
eyes.
“Hello,
Wilson,
old
man,”
said
Tom,
patting
him
on
the
shoulder.
“How’s
business?”
“I
can’t
complain,”
Wilson
said,
not
very
convincingly.
“When
are
you
going
to
sell
me
that
car?”
“Next
week;
my
man
is
working
on
it
now.”
“He
works
pretty
slow,
doesn’t
he?”
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