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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 21
“It
was
on
the
two
little
seats
facing
each
other
that
are
always
the
last
ones
left
on
the
train.
I
was
going
up
to
New
York
to
see
my
sister
and
spend
the
night.
He
had
on
a
dress
suit
and
patent
leather
shoes,
and
I
couldn’t
keep
my
eyes
off
him,
but
every
time
he
looked
at
me
I
had
to
pretend
to
be
looking
at
the
advertisement
over
his
head.
When
we
came
into
the
station
he
was
next
to
me,
and
his
white
shirtfront
pressed
against
my
arm,
and
so
I
told
him
I’d
have
to
call
a
policeman,
but
he
knew
I
lied.
I
was
so
excited
that
when
I
got
into
a
taxi
with
him
I
didn’t
hardly
know
I
wasn’t
getting
into
a
subway
train.
All
I
kept
thinking
about,
over
and
over,
was
‘You
can’t
live
forever;
you
can’t
live
forever.’ ”
She
turned
to
Mrs.
McKee
and
the
room
rang
full
of
her
artificial
laughter.
“My
dear,”
she
cried,
“I’m
going
to
give
you
this
dress
as
soon
as
I’m
through
with
it.
I’ve
got
to
get
another
one
tomorrow.
I’m
going
to
make
a
list
of
all
the
things
I’ve
got
to
get.
A
massage
and
a
wave,
and
a
collar
for
the
dog,
and
one
of
those
cute
little
ashtrays
where
you
touch
a
spring,
and
a
wreath
with
a
black
silk
bow
for
mother’s
grave
that’ll
last
all
summer.
I
got
to
write
down
a
list
so
I
won’t
forget
all
the
things
I
got
to
do.”
It
was
nine
o’clock—almost
immediately
afterward
I
looked
at
my
watch
and
found
it
was
ten.
Mr.
McKee
was
asleep
on
a
chair
with
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
worried
me
all
the
afternoon.
The
little
dog
was
sitting
on
the
table
looking
with
blind
eyes
through
the
smoke,
and
from
time
to
time
groaning
faintly.
People
disappeared,
reappeared,
made
plans
to
go
somewhere,
and
then
lost
each
other,
searched
for
each
other,
found
each
other
a
few
feet
away.
Some
time
toward
midnight
Tom
Buchanan
and
Mrs.
Wilson
stood
face
to
face
discussing,
in
impassioned
voices,
whether
Mrs.
Wilson
had
any
right
to
mention
Daisy’s
name.
“Daisy!
Daisy!
Daisy!”
shouted
Mrs.
Wilson.
“I’ll
say
it
whenever
I
want
to!
Daisy!
Dai—”
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