Day wound down quickly into night, it seemed. A workout first in the cool gym, then a walk by the humid seafront. The hotel was resplendent, and the green could have been what Gatsby saw across the waters. Something that drew him for a long time, something that ultimately wasn't to be his. What was to become of people's lives, when sleep meant light and color, air and feel fell into an abyss of black. So night came, and it spelled something other than life as it was.
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