[Editorial] any one -> anyone

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 			<p>“Oh, my!” she gasped.</p>
 			<p>I picked it up with a weary bend and handed it back to her, holding it at arm’s length and by the extreme tip of the corners to indicate that I had no designs upon it⁠—but every one near by, including the woman, suspected me just the same.</p>
 			<p>“Hot!” said the conductor to familiar faces. “Some weather! … Hot! … Hot! … Hot! … Is it hot enough for you? Is it hot? Is it … ?”</p>
-			<p>My commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand. That any one should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed, whose head made damp the pyjama pocket over his heart!</p>
+			<p>My commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand. That anyone should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed, whose head made damp the pyjama pocket over his heart!</p>
 			<p>… Through the hall of the Buchanans’ house blew a faint wind, carrying the sound of the telephone bell out to Gatsby and me as we waited at the door.</p>
 			<p>“The master’s body?” roared the butler into the mouthpiece. “I’m sorry, madame, but we can’t furnish it⁠—it’s far too hot to touch this noon!”</p>
 			<p>What he really said was: “Yes … Yes … I’ll see.”</p>