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Gatsby's green light was orgastic, unreachable, distant.               Mine is a little dot on my chat screen, also green; your being in some corner of reality that, perhaps, is also                                    looking for stories,   looking for me.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Chat Screens.
Gatsby's green light was orgastic, unreachable, distant.               Mine is a little dot on my chat screen, also green; your being in some corner of reality that, perhaps, is also                                    looking for stories,   looking for me.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
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