The Scorpion at East Egg

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The summer of 1925 was the kind of summer that exists only in the spaces between reality and aspiration, when the air is thick with the smell of cut grass and expensive perfume and the distant music from parties you were not invited to but can hear anyway, drifting across the bay like a song from a world that might as well be on another continent. I lived in a small animal clinic on the shore...

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