I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.

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About F. Scott Fitzgerald

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (24 September 1896 – 21 December 1940) was an Irish-American novelist and short story writer.

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Native Name: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
Alternative Names: Francis Scott Fitzgerald Scott Fitzgerald
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That's my Middle West-not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a city where dwellings are still called through decades by a family's name.

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