I'm a word whisperer, finding magic in every sentence.
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The past is a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
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Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.