Tales of the Jazz Age
by
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Part 7 out of 7
He took off his hat.
He filled it with whiskey and drank it off.
"They air dead," he said slowly, "they hankered after each other. The
fit is over now. We must not part them."
So they threw them together into the stream and the two splashes they
made were as one.
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