The Last Party at West Egg
The champagne arrived in buckets that had once held ice and now held something colder—the knowledge that nothing in this room was real and everyone present knew it and drank it anyway. Nick Carraway stood near the edge of the terrace and watched the light from the string lamps catch the rising bubbles and turn them into tiny gold coins that dissolved before they could be spent. It was August...
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