Hi, all!

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She turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front
door. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands
plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of
water glaring tragically into my eyes.

With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall,
turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-
room. It wasn't a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my own heart I
pulled the door to against the increasing rain.
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It "against" a verb? ;-)

Bye, all!
Alexander Koryagin

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