Fiction (unessential)

I think Gatsby disserved to died.  His life was a joke anyway.  I am not really sure how I feel, I am still in awe about the whole thing.  I believe that it was for the best that he pasted.  I regret not caring for him like he cared for me.  I want it to be all ok, I want it to all go back to how it was before.  I wonder who is coming to the funeral.  I wonder how many real friends he has. I don't know if he killed Myrtle, I will never know now.  I will not tell anyone what I know, I will keep it all to myself  and no one else.

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