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Jordan Baker had a very deceptive way going about her life with Daisy and Tom, and with those who surrounded her. Life to her was a game of secrets, ones to be heard and shared later. It was why she enjoyed large parties as opposed to small ones. In bigger gatherings she was able to control who she talked to, seek out the information she wished to hear, present the side of herself that she wanted to, because she had the control to do that. In smaller parties though, there was limited choice in who she could talk to and what side of herself she could present. It seemed as if it were this way of thinking that Jordan approached everything with. Gossiping about Gatsby, telling Nick about Tom’s affairs behind Daisy’s back, and so on. To her, it is seemed as if having these secrets brought her an immense amount of joy, but only if they could be shared to unneeded ears.

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Pieces of the puzzle have been connected before me. Stories of Daisy's wedding and her drunken fiasco the night prior rise up in my memory. How she wished to call off the wedding, how she happily married Tom the next day. How She seemed so impossibly in love with him just a few months after. It was like the bathtub breakdown the night before Daisy's wedding had never happened. But then Tom crashed his car with a chambermaid from his hotel. And it was as if everything was a piece of a puzzle that had come together before me. "Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay" (Pg 78). "It wasn't a coincidence at all".

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The entire party is a gossip filled night. Did Gatsby really 🤬 a man? "A thrill passes over all of us" (Pg 44). Confirmation of one story leads to the questioning of the next. Did Gatsby really grow up in Germany? Oh, no, it couldn't be that". I'm dying to know the truth, so many unanswered question with valuable information. And then, as if by miracle, Gatsby finds me.

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Daisy ran back into the the house, hot on Tom's trail. I knew a private conversation was taking place but I "leaned forward unashamed, trying to hear" (Chapter 1, pg 14). Trying to stir the pot, I tell Nick what he hasn't been informed of; Tom's affair. I feel giddy as I have found new information to give Nick, something to gossip about. This is my fault.