I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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