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May 2020
Walked the dogs across the bay from Gatsby's place.
      Dark as sin tonight. Rumor is Gatsby was shot dead by
      a jealous husband. The party's moved on and taken
      the lights and tents and champagne and laughter.
      Nothing is ever one of a kind. We're interchangeable.
      Another rich Gatsby a mile away with the right view.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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