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"Nodding into the twilight" |
| As I was nodding into the twilight I can imagine her face coming
upon me. she is whispering something to me. I cant make out what she is
trying to say. Maybe she wants to tell me one last time that she loves me.
Maybe she wants to explain to me why she had that expensive dog leash. I
wish she could come into my arms one last time knowing that she loves me
and feel safe. I wonder why she was running towards that car, why wouldn't
she want to stay with me. it almost seemed like she was running away from
me fearing me. I cant live with this pain, I have to take revenge. Why
would Gatsby not stop, how can he be so cruel. Murdering an innocent
person, "My precious myrtle".
Catie Calcaterra |