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Loss

"He stretched out his hand desperately as if to ****** only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she made lovely for him. But it was all going by to fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever."

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
aurora11 aurora11 31-35, F Feb 10, 2013

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