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She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Age: 43 †
Born: 1897
Born: September 24
Died: 1940
Died: December 21
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St Paul
Minnesota
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
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Gathered
Everything
Smile
Vibrations
Toward
Smiled
Promise
Assurance
Inside
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Making
Profound
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Vibration

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