It was raining when I arrived at Nick's house. I could see that the grass had been freshly cut. His house was minute yet dainty compared to the great mansion next door. When I saw the untouched flowers inside, I was reminded of how polite and well thought Nick was; he is a true gentleman. However, he looked surprised, like something was missing. Then there was a knock at the door, and Gatsby entered, the lieutenant from Louisville, Kentucky. I was astonished to see him again.
Now we're at his house and he is showing me his extensive collection of English shirts. His house and life is marvellous. I can't believe it's been so long since I've seen him; I might cry...
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