My neighbour, Mr Gatsby, gave parti

My neighbour, Mr Gatsby, gave parties all through the summer. Nearly every night his house and gardens were full of music. Men and women walked among the beautiful flowers, laughing, talking and drinking champagne.
In the afternoons, Gatsby's guests swam in the sea or sat on his beach. His motorboat roared across the bay. Every weekend, Gatsby's cars carried his guests to and from the city.
Coloured lights hung from the trees in Gatsby's gardens. Food was brought from New York - rich, beautiful food - and it was put on long tables under the trees. There was every kind of drink.
At seven o'clock, the band started to play. Cars from New York were parked outside Gatsby's house. Soon, everyone was a little drunk and talking to people they had never met before.
As it became dark, the lights grew brighter. The music and laughter were louder now. More and more people arrived. A girl began to sing with the band. The party had started!
Not all these people had been invited to Gatsby's house. All kinds of people drove out to Long Island and stopped outside Gatsby's door. Then they joined the party and started to have a good time. Sometimes they were introduced to Gatsby. Sometimes they never saw him.
One day, I was invited to one of Gatsby's parties. As soon as I arrived, I began to look for Gatsby to thank him for his invitation. But no one knew where he was.
As I went to get a drink, I saw Jordan Baker. I walked towards her, glad to see someone I knew.
'I thought you might be here,' Jordan said.
We took our drinks and sat down at a small table under a tree. Jordan began to talk to a girl in a yellow dress.
'Do you come to these parties often?' Jordan asked her.
'I come here when I can,' the girl said. 'No one cares what I do, so I always have a good time. Last time I was here, I tore my dress. Do you know, Gatsby sent me a new one! It cost him 265 dollars!'
'There's something strange about a man like that,' another girl said. 'He doesn't want any trouble from anybody.' She leant across the table and said, 'Somebody told me that Gatsby killed a man!'
'I heard he was a German spy,' a man added.
'Oh, no, he was in the American army in the War. But I'm sure he's killed a man!' someone else said. And the girls laughed excitedly.
Supper was now being served. Jordan and I left our table and went to look for Gatsby.
The bar in the garden was crowded, but Gatsby wasn't there. We walked into the house, opened a door and found ourselves in a library. A fat, middle-aged man was leaning against the table. He stared at us through his round glasses.
'What do you think?' he asked. 'All these books - they're real!'
'Are they?'
'Sure. I thought they were made of cardboard. Here, look! Gatsby is smart, he does everything right!' And the man held up a book in front of our faces.
'How did you get here?' the fat man asked. ' I was brought. I've been drunk for a week.'
He shook hands with us and smiled. Jordan and I left him and went back into the garden.
People were dancing now. The voices and the laughter were very loud. The moon was high in the sky. Champagne was being served in big glasses.
Jordan and I sat down at a table with a well-dressed man of my own age. I was enjoying myself, now. The music stopped for a moment. The man at our table looked at me and smiled.
'I think I know your face,' the man said. 'Weren't you in France during the War?'
'Yes, I was.'
'Me too,' he said. We talked about the War for a few minutes.

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My neighbour, Mr Gatsby, gave parties all through the summer. Nearly every night his house and gardens were full of music. Men and women walked among the beautiful flowers, laughing, talking and drinking champagne. In the afternoons, Gatsby's guests swam in the sea or sat on his beach. His motorboat roared across the bay. Every weekend, Gatsby's cars carried his guests to and from the city. Coloured lights hung from the trees in Gatsby's gardens. Food was brought from New York-rich, beautiful food-and it was put on long tables under the trees. There was every kind of drink. At seven o'clock, the band started to play. Cars from New York were parked outside Gatsby's house. Soon, everyone was a little drunk and talking to people they had never met before. As it became dark, the lights grew brighter. The music and laughter were louder now. More and more people arrived. A girl began to sing with the band. The party had started! Not all these people had been invited to Gatsby's house. All kinds of people drove out to Long Island and stopped outside Gatsby's door. Then they joined the party and started to have a good time. Sometimes they were re-introduced to Gatsby. Sometimes they never saw him. One day, I was invited to one of Gatsby's parties. As soon as I arrived, I began to look for Gatsby to thank him for his invitation. But no one knew where he was. As I went to get a drink, I saw Jordan Baker. I walked towards her, glad to see someone I knew. ' I thought you might be here, ' Jordan said. We took our drinks and sat down at a small table under a tree. Jordan began to talk to a girl in a yellow dress. ' Do you come to these parties often? ' Jordan asked her. ' I come here when I can, ' the girl said. ' No one cares what I do, so I always have a good time. Last time I was here, I tore my dress. Do you know, Gatsby sent me a new one! It cost him 265 dollars! ' ' There's something strange about a man like that, ' another girl said. ' He doesn't want any trouble from anybody. ' She leant across the table and said, ' Somebody told me that Gatsby killed a man! ' ' I heard he was a German spy, ' a man added. ' Oh, no, he was in the American army in the War. But I'm sure he's killed a man! "someone else said. And the girls laughed excitedly. Supper was now being served. Jordan and I left our table and went to look for Gatsby. The bar in the garden was crowded, but Gatsby wasn't there. We walked into the house, opened a door and found ourselves in a library. A fat, middle-aged man was leaning against the table. He stared at us through his round glasses.' What do you think? ' he asked. ' All these books-they're real! ' ' Are they? ' ' Sure. I thought they were made of cardboard. Here, look! Gatsby is smart, he does everything right! ' And the man held up a book in front of our faces. ' How did you get here? ' the fat man asked. ' I was brought. I've been drunk for a week. ' He shook hands with us and smiled. Jordan and I left him and went back into the garden. People were dancing now. The voices and the laughter were very loud. The moon was high in the sky. The champagne was being served in big glasses. Jordan and I sat down at a table with a well-dressed man of my own age. I was there myself, now. The music stopped for a moment. The man at our table looked at me and smiled. ' I think I know your face, ' the man said. ' Weren't you in France during the War? ' ' Yes, I was. ' ' Me too, ' he said. We talked about the War for a few minutes.

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My neighbour, Mr Gatsby, gave parties all through the summer. Nearly every night his house and gardens were full of music. Men and women walked among the beautiful flowers , laughing, talking and drinking champagne.
In the afternoons, Gatsby's guests swam in the sea or sat on his beach. His motorboat roared across the bay. Every weekend, Gatsby's cars carried his guests to and from the city.
Coloured lights hung from the trees in Gatsby 's gardens. Food was brought from New York - rich , beautiful food - and it was put on long tables under the trees. There was every kind of drink.
At seven o'clock, the band started to play. Cars from New York were parked outside Gatsby 's house. Soon, everyone was a little drunk and talking to people they had never met before.
As it became dark, the lights grew brighter. The music and laughter were louder now. More and more people arrived. A girl began to sing with the band. The party had started!
Not all these people had been invited to Gatsby's house. All kinds of people drove out to Long Island and stopped outside Gatsby's door. Then they joined the party and started to have a good time. Sometimes they were introduced to Gatsby. Sometimes they never saw him.
One day, I was invited to one of Gatsby's parties. As soon as I arrived, I began to look for Gatsby to thank him for his invitation. But no one knew where he was.
As I went to get a drink, I saw Jordan Baker. I walked towards her, glad to see someone I knew.
'I thought you might be here, ' Jordan said.
We took our drinks and sat down at a small table under a tree. Jordan began to talk to a girl in a yellow dress.
'Do you come to these parties often ?' Jordan asked her.
'I come here when I can, ' the girl said. 'No one cares what I do, so I always have a good time. Last time I was here, I tore my dress. Do you know, Gatsby sent me a new one! It cost him 265 dollars! '
'There's something strange about a man like that,' another girl said. 'He does not want any trouble from anybody.' She leant across the table and said, 'Somebody told me that Gatsby killed a man!'
'I heard he was a German spy ,' a man added.
'Oh, no, he was in the American army in the War. But I'm sure he's killed a man! ' someone else said. And the girls laughed excitedly.
Supper was now being served. Jordan and I left our table and went to look for Gatsby.
The bar in the garden was crowded, but Gatsby was not there. We walked into the house, opened a door and found ourselves in a library. A fat, middle-aged man was leaning against the table. He stared at us through his round glasses .
'What do you think?' he asked. 'All these books - they're real !'
'Are they?'
'Sure. I thought they were made of cardboard. Here, look! Gatsby is smart, he does everything right ! ' And the man held up a book in front of our faces.
'How did you get here?' the fat man asked. 'I was brought. I've been drunk for a week. '
He shook hands with us and smiled. Jordan and I left him and went back into the garden.
People were dancing now. The voices and the laughter were very loud . The moon was high in the sky. Champagne was being served in big glasses.
Jordan and I sat down at a table with a well-dressed man of my own age. I was enjoying myself, now. The music stopped for a moment. The man at our table looked at me and smiled.
'I think I know your face, ' the man said. 'Were not you in France during the War?'
'Yes, I was.'
'Me too,' he said. We talked about the War for a few minutes. Champagne was being served in big glasses. Jordan and I sat down at a table with a well-dressed man of my own age. I was enjoying myself, now. The music stopped for a moment. The man at our table looked at me and smiled. 'I think I know your face, ' the man said. 'Were not you in France during the War?' 'Yes, I was.' 'Me too,' he said. We talked about the War for a few minutes. Champagne was being served in big glasses. Jordan and I sat down at a table with a well-dressed man of my own age. I was enjoying myself, now. The music stopped for a moment. The man at our table looked at me and smiled. 'I think I know your face, ' the man said. 'Were not you in France during the War?' 'Yes, I was.' 'Me too,' he said. We talked about the War for a few minutes. 'He said. We talked about the War for a few minutes. 'He said. We talked about the War for a few minutes.

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my neighbour, mr. gatsby, gave parties all through the summer. nearly every night his house and gardens were full of music. men and women are among the beautiful flowers, laughing, talking and drinking champagne.in the afternoons, gatsby's guests swam sat in the sea or on the beach. his motorboat roared across the bay. every weekend, gatsby's cars carried his guests to and from the city.Coloured lights hung from the trees in gatsby's gardens. food was brought from new york - rich, beautiful food, and it was put on long tables under the trees. there was every kind of food.at seven o 'clock, the band started to play. cars from new york were night outside gatsby's house. soon, everyone was a bit 7 and talking to people they had never met before.as it was dark, the lights grew brighter. the music and laughter were louder now. more and more people there. a girl began to sing with the band. the party had started.not all these people had been invited to gatsby's house. all kinds of people drove out to long island and stopped at gatsby's door. then, they joined the party and started to have a good time. sometimes they were introduced to gatsby. sometimes they never saw him.one day, i was invited to one of gatsby's parties. as soon as i would, i began to look for gatsby to thank him for his invitation. but no one knew where he was.as i went to get a drink, i saw jordan baker. i walked towards her, glad to see someone i knew.'i thought you might be here, "jordan said.we had our first and sat down at a small table under a tree. jordan began to talk to a girl in a yellow dress.'do you come to these parties often?' jordan asked her.'i come here when i can,' the girl said. no one cares what i do, so i always have a good time. last time i was here, i tore my dress. do you know, gatsby sent me a new one! it cost him 265 dollars! "'there' s something strange about a man like that, 'another girl said. he doesn't want any trouble from anybody. 'she leant across the table and said,' somebody told me that gatsby killed a man!"i heard he was a german spy, 'a man added.'oh, no, he was in the american army in the war. but i 'm sure he's killed a man. " someone else said. and the girls laughed excitedly.supper was now being served. jordan and i left the table and went to look for gatsby.breakfast in the hotel was crowded, but gatsby wasn't there. we walked into the house, opened a door and found ourselves in a library. a fat, middle - aged man was leaning against the table. he stared at us through his round glasses.'what do you think?' he asked. ' all these books - they're real!"are they?"'sure. i thought they were made of cardboard. here, look. gatsby is smart, he does everything right! and the man held up a book in front of our faces."how did you get here? the fat man asked. i was brought. i 've been 7 for a week.'he shook hands with us and smiled. jordan and i left him and went back into the garden.people were dancing now. the new and the laughter was so loud. the moon was high in the sky. the champagne was being served in big glasses.jordan and i sat down at a table with a well - bottles of man of my own age. i was full of myself, now. the music stopped for a moment. the man at the table looked at me and smiled.'i think i know your face,' the man said. " Weren 't you in france during the war?'yes, i was.''me too,' he said. we talked about the war for a few minutes.