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as he wails in anguish he begins to think...
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| 1) there's no way this was an accident.. she was murdered. My sweet myrtle murdered. | |
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he vows revenge on her killer.
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| 1) i swear myrtle i will get revenge... | |
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He goes off searching for the owner of the yellow car.. and eventually...
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| 1) hey do you by chance know an owner of a yellow car? 3) Gatsby huh. thanks for your help | |
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| 2) why yes i do i worked on it a while back thats gatsby's car | |
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