I was not alone

"- fifty feet away a figure hade emerged from the shadow of my neighbour's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens."

 
Armistice är fint.

Liver exercises? Situps?
 
Lustig bilolycka.
 
//L
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