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Apppy
♒ Name ♒
Gatsby
♒ Story♒
Gatsby's life was unquestionably indulgent; he admired and sought after the most lavish decor and proudly displayed them all. His love of all things glittering was widely known, and sacks and sacks of Mutatoes flocked to him to share in some of his glow. Believe it or not, he does get asked where his 'favorite place' is, the asker assuming it is a wondrous and extravagant place, but it is quite the opposite. When Gatsby lands to rest, he sneaks away from the prying eyes of his peers to a small clearing. Now, this clearing may seem normal to the untrained eye: toxic waste scattered around, an unpleasant odor hanging about. But Gatsby comes here to rest every time because of the fragile plants that weakly rise out of the ground. He first discovered the plants when he happened upon the clearing and decided it was a good place to pace and get away from his amiable, yet nosy, friends. As he began pacing, he noticed an unfamiliar crinkling beneath his paws, and to his horror, realized he had stepped on a few plant shoots. Having seen plants only once before, he only had a vague idea of them and to him, they seemed like a faraway thought instead of a real object. But now, seeing the frail reeds, he felt a strange connection to them, and returns frequently to check their progress. So far, none of the plants have risen past his head, as the radioactive decay have slowed their growth. However, Gatsby remains ever hopeful that his shoots of vegetation will flower and bring some true beauty back into the world.
(I had a field day just repeating 'sacks and sacks' hehehe)
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