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This was a huge leap from what I'd expected but hey, I needed to purge Asher off my system and this was the only way to do it. I took out my phone and opened my app then DMed Gatsby. Me : “Pray for me or more accurately, my ass.” Gatsby : “What's happening? You getting a butt transplant or sumtin?” Me : “Hell no. I'm gonna get…laid.” Gatsby : “Wait. What?” Me : “Yup. It's for an experiment. Don't worry. I'll explain later.” Gatsby : “Oookay. So who's the lucky lady? *Grin emoji*”

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— Look at the very grateful—Justo asks us, sounding somewhat praised and stunned, offering us the book. The coyote lady is the person who takes it, I stay close to understand what is composed on the page. —For giving a logical point of view and an invaluable explanation…— Grecia begins presenting for anyone to listen, with her standard problem immediately skimming. ...this book is dedicated to Dr. Gabriel Valack ," I finish with her, finally understanding my girlfriend's shock. Damn, I must be that free three-staring crazy person, asking why we never need to converse with normal individuals who have never hurt anyone in their lives.

***ESTHER*** I sit in the chair in the garden in front of the university. Honestly, I don’t know what do I want from Caden. I hate him coming nearer to me. It makes me feel like he is going to read everything that I have been hiding from everyone but the uninteresting fact is that I hate him when I told him to stay completely away from me. What does my heart want actually? I unpack my bag and take out a book from my bag. It’s THE GREAT GATSBY. I have read this book several times and every time, I read this book, my heart cries for Jay Gatsby. But I don’t think I can do that anymore.

Edward Swift has not moved from where he had been sitting earlier and he still had the same book in his hands. After the tall man left the room I waited until Edward would put his book down and actually listen to what I have to say but he didn’t. I realized that he wasn’t reading the book but just staring at the pages considering how his eyes didn’t move along the lines and how he would not turn the pages over. “The Great Gatsby, what a book.” I awkwardly said. “You have read this book?” he asked with that terrifying frown still on his face. “Yes” I lied. I haven’t read the book but I have seen the movie “It was such a shame that a man like Gatsby had to die for a crime he didn’t commit.” I

He’s going to go far. He said he might stop by later so I prepare some extra food and leave it in the oven in case he does stop by and he’s hungry. Once I’m done eating I head into my room with Porsha and sit in my chair, scrolling through I*******m. Porsha jumps into her matching chair and we hang out for a while. I light a couple of candles and get into my bed, plugging my phone in and grabbing my book. I’m currently reading The Great Gatsby, a classic.

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Two, on the other hand, might just work. I grinned to myself as I dug out my backpack, and I shoved my books into it in rapid succession. The clear pencil case Kath had given me was still safely cocooned in the front pouch, along with my worn copy of The Great Gatsby. I zipped up the pocket, and chucked the bag onto my bed.