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      <title>Gatsby&#39;s Dream by </title>
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      <description>Question to answer in thesis: Was Gatsby successful or unsuccessful in accomplishing the American Dream?</description>
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      <pubDate>2020-09-21 01:27:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1:</title>
         <author>aweldon3</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The one on my right was a colossal affair...with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion" (Fitzgerald). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 00:48:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 4:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He saw me looking with admiration at his car... It was a rich cream color, bright with nickel, swollen here and there in its monstrous length with... a labyrinth of windshields that mirrored a dozen suns" (Fitzgerald). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 00:49:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 5:</title>
         <author>aweldon3</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.'... Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock" (Fitzgerald).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:01:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 6:</title>
         <author>aweldon3</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"James Gatz—that was...his name. He had changed it at the age of seventeen and...when he saw Dan Cody's yacht drop anchor over the most insidious flat on Lake Superior...I suppose he'd had the name ready for a long time, even then. His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people" (Fitzgerald).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:03:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 7</title>
         <author>aweldon3</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/aweldon3/gf9ghcxzfy1xt4iq/wish/1318472520</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible" (Fitzgerald).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:10:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 8</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/aweldon3/gf9ghcxzfy1xt4iq/wish/1318489769</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about"(Fitzgerald). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:16:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 7</title>
         <author>aweldon3</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'Oh, you want too much!' she cried to Gatsby. 'I love you now—isn't that enough? I can't help what's past.' She began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once—but I loved you too'" (Fitzgerald).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:22:35 UTC</pubDate>
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