You find Daisy packing. She won't meet your eyes. 'It's better this way,' she whispers. Tom hovers protectively. They're fleeing their mess, leaving Gatsby to face consequences alone. Your confrontation changes nothing—except you.
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You find Daisy packing. She won't meet your eyes. 'It's better this way,' she whispers. Tom hovers protectively. They're fleeing their mess, leaving Gatsby to face consequences alone. Your confrontation changes nothing—except you.
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