The Summer of Long Goodbyes

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The first time I saw Jack, he was repairing a sailboat on the beach behind the Gatsby estate, his back to me, his shirt soaked through with sweat that turned the cotton dark as wet slate. I was standing at the edge of the lawn where the champagne flutes caught the afternoon light like tiny stained-glass windows, and I should have turned away. I should have gone back to my father's world of...

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