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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 21
"It
was
on
the
two
little
seats
facing
each
other,
always
the
last
ones
left
on
the
train.
I
was
going
to
New
York
to
visit
my
sister
and
spend
the
night.
He
wore
a
dress
suit
and
patent
leather
shoes,
and
I
couldn't
take
my
eyes
off
him,
but
every
time
he
looked
at
me,
I
pretended
to
be
looking
at
the
advertisement
over
his
head.
When
we
entered
the
station,
he
was
next
to
me,
and
his
white
shirtfront
pressed
against
my
arm,
so
I
told
him
I’d
have
to
call
a
policeman,
but
he
knew
I
was
lying.
I
was
so
excited
that
when
I
got
into
a
taxi
with
him,
I
hardly
knew
I
wasn't
getting
into
a
subway
train.
All
I
kept
thinking
was,
'You
can't
live
forever;
you
can't
live
forever.'"
She
turned
to
Mrs.
McKee,
and
the
room
filled
with
her
fake
laughter.
"My
dear,"
she
cried,
"I'm
going
to
give
you
this
dress
once
I'm
done
with
it.
I
have
to
get
another
one
tomorrow.
I’m
making
a
list
of
all
the
things
I
have
to
get.
A
massage,
a
wave,
a
collar
for
the
dog,
one
of
those
cute
ashtrays
where
you
touch
a
spring,
and
a
wreath
with
a
black
silk
bow
for
my
mother's
grave
that’ll
last
all
summer.
I
need
to
write
it
all
down
so
I
won’t
forget."
It
was
nine
o'clock—almost
immediately
after,
I
checked
my
watch
and
found
it
was
ten.
Mr.
McKee
was
asleep
on
a
chair,
his
fists
clenched
in
his
lap,
like
a
photograph
of
a
man
of
action.
Taking
out
my
handkerchief,
I
wiped
from
his
cheek
the
spot
of
dried
lather
that
had
bothered
me
all
afternoon.
The
little
dog
sat
on
the
table,
looking
with
blind
eyes
through
the
smoke,
occasionally
groaning
faintly.
People
disappeared,
reappeared,
made
plans
to
go
somewhere,
then
lost
each
other,
searched,
and
found
each
other
a
few
feet
away.
Sometime
toward
midnight,
Tom
Buchanan
and
Mrs.
Wilson
stood
face
to
face,
passionately
debating
whether
Mrs.
Wilson
had
any
right
to
mention
Daisy’s
name.
"Daisy!
Daisy!
Daisy!"
shouted
Mrs.
Wilson.
"I'll
say
it
whenever
I
want!
Daisy!
Dai—"
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