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It did get chilly on the east coast, there was no denying that. Gatsby had never had any particularly strong opinions when it came to winter, but as of present, the most he really wanted to do was sit by the fire, which was exactly what he'd done as soon as he'd come downstairs. Though not equipped with anything to occupy himself with, he was perfectly content that way, crossing his legs and leaning back in one of the armchairs, closing his eyes in a deep sigh.
On occasion, he enjoyed watching the comings and goings of the people in the bar. He enjoyed watching life continue around him, even though his had, for the large part, ended, and 'aimless' was a word he wouldn't have hesitated too long in applying to his own situation.
He'd never been so interested in other life before.
But now that he's dead, well.
Things change.
On occasion, he enjoyed watching the comings and goings of the people in the bar. He enjoyed watching life continue around him, even though his had, for the large part, ended, and 'aimless' was a word he wouldn't have hesitated too long in applying to his own situation.
He'd never been so interested in other life before.
But now that he's dead, well.
Things change.