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August 25 Sunday 1922

I'm really scared. I don't know what to do

now, and, I don't know what I can do now.

That woman must be dead...My mind is so

confused. why is it today? Why is that

woman going to rush towards us like crazy?

I hate everything that is happening now, I

hate Tom, I hate Gatsby, I hate myself, I

hate everyone... I’m so afraid...

I really wanted to avoid that woman! But

the car on the side is also passing us by...

That woman was yelling Tom's name—it

turned out she was Tom's mistress, the

one who always called him and always

kept pestering him! I really don't

understand why she is running towards

me, but I hate her. She is such a damn

woman!