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They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (2013). “The Great Gatsby”, p.117, Atlântico Press
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