Over four years after my friend Daisy lost contact with her bloke, I find out that the very same man – Jay Gatsby – has been living right across the bay from us. It’s an odd story, started 1917 back in Louiseville, we went to the same school, me and Daisy. We weren’t exactly close friends back then, I looked up to her, she was more like an older role model for us girls. She was pretty, rich, the most popular girl in town and she always had buff boys after her.
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