Hi, all!

From "The Great Gatsby", by F.Scott Fitzgerald, again:

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We waited for her down the road and out of sight. It was a few
days before the Fourth of July, and a gray, scrawny Italian
child was setting torpedoes in a row along the railroad track.
"Terrible place, isn't it," said Tom, exchanging a frown with
Doctor Eckleburg.
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I wonder -- what did the boy do? ;-)

Bye, all!
Alexander Koryagin

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