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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: me, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily
the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his
head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers, and set
it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm of the
sofa and his chin in his hand.
"I'm sorry about the clock," he said.
My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn. I couldn't muster up
a single commonplace out of the thousand in my head.
"It's an old clock," I told them idiotically.
I think we all believed for a moment that it had smashed in pieces on
the floor.
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