Personal Narrative Essay On The Great Gatsby

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A Photograph I Captured That Night Just as I was leaving Mr. Gatsby’s party, I noticed that I didn’t really have anything physical to remember the night. Being the photographer I am, decided to pull out my big, bulky camera that I’ve been hauling around all night; just in case I get a glimpse the most perfect shot. I’d completely forgot I had it all night, until now. I yanked it out of my purse and snapped a quick, but extraordinary shot. Just earlier this morning, I visited another one of my good friends, Leo Darwin. He always develops my photos for me since I don’t have the equipment or the knowledge on how to do so. I always had admired how intricate and detailed his work really was. My photograph mainly viewed Gatsby’s admirable double