It was quiet inside Gatsby's mansion, something that used to be a rarity. Although now it had become a normality.
Nick and Gatsby were alone, looking over at some shit that probably looked pretty.
"Nick, you can repeat the past." Said Gatsby.
"Ugh, no you can't." Came Nick's irritated reply.
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME, YOU'RE NOT MY MOM"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW!? MAYBE ME AND YOUR DAD WED"
"Nick, no."
"Nick yes."
