"Uh..."
'253 S.E.? 11 years before?' The angry voice was filled with shock, and wasn't really angry any more.
The figure made his way toward the poor fool who finally understood his mistake.
"I don't know besides I find him creepy. I mean, he is the star in our class...wait... school, maybe. Yet he wants to have a date with me? Something is fishy because I'm getting that gut feeling that Derek is not a good person that he makes out to be."
But all this part of it seemed remote and unessential. I found myself on Gatsby's side, and alone. From the moment I telephoned news of the catastrophe to West Egg village, every surmise about him, and every practical question, was referred to me. At first I was surprised and confused; then, as he lay in his house and didn't move or breathe or speak hour upon hour it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested--interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end.
Exp
You'll never shine if you don't glow
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?