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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: balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and
fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight
around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the
whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.
Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught
wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two
young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length
at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised
a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely
to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of
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