Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed. *
Dear PINK’s
Every Orquid has its Fangs!
PINK NOT DEAD!
* F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby
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