The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

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“Did you know that they put mirrors in elevators to distract the occupants? The mirrors decrease the riders fear and create the illusion of a short ride.” Tam said. It was an odd thing say, although, contextually correct. Her sentence caused Casey to notice the elevator mirrors. In turn the mirrors noticed him back. Flattered they propagated his reflection in a parabolic curve and the interior volume expanded. He shook his head and infinite Casey's mimicked the gesture. He ignored them. Instead he focused on the context of her statement, pursed his lips, and nodded to answer her question. His own reflections acknowledged his gesture. And boundless Tam's quivered and stared into the nodding reproductions. The box teetered, the cables whirred, …show more content…
They flew out this morning, so, we could have had the place all to ourselves.” Casey paused and smiled. “Not like last time.”
“They were nice to let a stranger stay with them, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable sleeping in their bed. And to be fair you are a bit of stranger and my motto is: trust but verify.”
“If your a stranger than why did I let you lure me into your hotel room?”
Tam rummaged through her suitcase and looked over her shoulder. “Because you’re from the Midwest. Every Midwesterner is trusting. It’s endearing in its naivety. Just like it is naive to forget a towel.” She pointed through the glass wall to a shelf. “Go warm up.” Casey followed her advice and dried away the pool. He raised his voice to penetrate the glass.
“Ryan’s girlfriend isn't trusting and she's from the Midwest. She even expressed, deep concern for my safety. Her exact words were: 'Don't let her murder you.' I thought it was sweet.”
“She sounds like my friends. Although, I feel like if anyone should be worried, its me, you are twice my
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“Well for all I know you could be one of those—as-seen-on-TV—Praying Mantis women. You will just have your way with me, and then, sit down to nibble on my head like a Triscut. Or whatever the trendy-female-serial-killers are nibbling on these days.” “How dare you. First, I don't follow trends. Second, I'm not some six-legged-freak and most certainly not a pious one.” She smiled. “A Mantid, see, you don't know me at all.” She turned, arched her back, and stuck out her ass. “See.” A small faded red hourglass lined in black colored the small of her back.
Casey smiled. “How did I miss that at Ryan's? Later-deck-fuss, Lat-row-phylum, it’s something like that, I can’t remember the proper name. But, if Arachnophobia taught me anything, the name means one who bites in secret.” “It’s lat-ro-dek-təs. And if I bite you’ll know it.” Tam looked down at her feet and bit her lip. “I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure you would. Not after the other