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[16 Jan 2009|10:20pm] |
Who: Jack and Gatsby
When: Friday evening, January 16
Where: Gatsby's room
What: settling details
Jack rubbed his palms against his jeans. There was no point in being nervous. None whatsoever. They needed to talk about getting the tickets, figuring out transportation. Maybe dinner. Yeah, dinner. He looked at his palms and decided to make sure one more time that they were actually dry before he knocked on the door, then leaned against the edge of the doorjamb, waiting for Gatsby to respond.
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