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Old Sport Fiction |
| "Hey Old Sport," I can still hear Gatsby calling
my name as I walk through his abandoned house. I can't believe I actually
miss that guy, I hate to admit that he was actually my friend.
Together, Gatsby and I had been through so much together.
Old Sport became like a second name to me, I would have been mad at Gatsby if he ever called me by my real name, Nick. Its like he didn't even know what my real name was, though the first time he ever called to me it was a quick, "Goodbye Nick." I can't believe that he is actually gone, I really miss him. I guess it really shows that you always want what you can't have. BWh |