admission in any of Columbia; or Brown; or Vassar; as if his soul desnudando and a plete
stranger could not have read the works of Goethe; Sartre and Camus and not understand your
references oblique to them。
…Did you know that you can even try to publish their stuff? … Vanessa suggested。 …That would
leave the staff of the university's admission pletely convinced about you。
Dan put the cigarette end of empty cigarette in a can of Coca…Cola。
…Yeah; okay … he said。 He liked to write; but no way is ready to send your stuff to a
publisher。 Not even find your voice yet。 He knew that。 Each new poem that I wrote seemed
different from the older。
Vanessa is seated again。
…What? I'm talking sério。Você should do that。
Dan adunfou further in blankets。
…Whatever … he muttered without enthusiasm。 I was not ready for sex and not estavapronto to
be published。 Now she felt even more inadequate。
Vanessa knew that when I was back Horadada。 She breathed fund and channeled his inner
kitten; one that just came out of his corner in hot heater when Dan needed a strong kiss on
his cute face。
She deslizou covered under the breast and kissed him。
…One more week and we can spend all the time so the holidays … she muttered。
Unlike most members of the class at Constance Billard and Riverside Prep; or Vanessa or Dan
would have a glamorous travel holidays of Christmas。 Vanessa lived with older sister; a
bassist; Ruby; in an apartment in Williamsburg; in Brooklyn。 Parents of them were artists of
the future; always lived in Vermont and spent the Christmas on a tour with his troupe
perfotmática。 Dan and sister Jenny; lived with her father; Rufus; a munist writer and
editor; beat poets known anything; not believed in Christmas; Hanukkah or in; or in any
other holy days; indeed。
…Daddy will make his annual lasagna on Thursday … and Dan went back in the hands of Vanessa;
allowing them to relax again。 He loved the softness and firmness of her back; which were not
full of ribs as him。 … Are you ing; right?
She gave the shoulders。
…Sure。 But tell your father that I will not eat like a pig as did last year。 It is another
thing that I am giving a time。 I lost three kilos。
Dan continued afagando the back of Vanessa。
…Why? … He asked。 Vanessa did not need to diet。 The body of it was exactly as she described
in one of his poems: as water。
…Because my clothes are better if I do fall。 … Vanessa was not interested in being magrela;
as the majority of colleagues in class; but not like when it had to shrink the belly button
to your pants。
…Well; I like you as you are … Dan said; and the nose in her ear。
Vanessa turned her head to him and his lips met in a long; sweet kiss。 While kissing; she
could not stop thinking about sex with Dan could be much more significant than had been with
Clark。 At least Dan was ready。
…I love you … she whispered; closing the it。 Vanessa thought for some time to ask again if
he wanted to try sex; but would not estegar the moment。 Only had to wait until he was ready;
but with Dan it could mean waiting until they were married or something。
So it seems they no longer acted as if they were not married。 Excuse me; I will yawn。
J regret to participate if the party
In the backseat of the limo Flow; Blair felt squeezed by peituda of Jenny Humphrey
desengo?ado and the friend of Aaron; Miles; the drummer spindly。 On the other side of them
was in the lap of Serena Flow … 〃To make room for others;〃 she said … and Nate press in the
window; getting stoned。 He also was based for the past Kati; Elizabeth and Chuck; which was
even more irritating than stoned drunk。 Aaron was sitting cross…legged on the floor; between
the two rear seats; smoking a cigarette of their Natural playing PlayStation 2's limo。
… What is your real name indeed? … Serena asked the Flow; but already knew; for a program of
MTV; that his name was Julian prosper。 Indeed it is a name much better than Flow; but would
not say it to him。
He gave his famous risinho of shy guy caught in the covers Spins; Rolling Stone;
Entertainment Weekly and Interview and shook his head。
… It is not so important
… Well; you is not so beautiful person … she said turning her head to the other side with a
wicked smile。
She was lying; of course。 He was at least ten times more beautiful than the pictures; if
that is possible。
Serena knew he was flirting in a ridiculous; but she loved how the dark…brown hair is wound
in the Flow of temples; the skin a golden bronze and his fingers seemed delicate。 Why not
get the guy? It was only for one night。 Tomorrow Flow would return to Los Angeles; or
wherever they lived; and she finally begin to look for evidence。 All that she wanted was a
little fun。
All that Serena wanted was a little fun all the time。
Flow back; pretending to be ashamed of their good looks。
… Sorry。 I think I am not so high as well。 He bent forward and opened the Sub…Zero
refrigerator bottom of your bank。
… Hey; you drink here。 Someone there is headquartered?
… I please … Blair replied immediately。 Getting drunk and was the only way to support
something like that。
… Hmmm; I try a little … is Jenny ventured timidly。 The limo was a shift in a sewage and
cover their breasts quicaram without mercy。 She looked at Nate on whether he had noticed;
but he was looking through the window with one way air when it took was extremely stoned。
Miles helped fill the Flow ten Cristal champagne flutes with。 He spent one to Blair。
… Tintim … he said; hitting the cup on her。
Blair took the cup; and was not seated near the window and had nothing to look at; looked at
the face of Miles。 He had round eyes and brown…gold; half similar to the eyes of Mookie; the
dog of Aaron。 The insolent nose and a half was dotted snub of blond hair and freckles
pequenininhas clear…spike straight up。 Ajulgar the way the jump from neck veins long; he
probably knitting; playing basketball or something。 In all; he seemed a little drawing of a
character in a body of athlete。 But as Blair had nothing better to do; and it was clear that
he was to her; she thought it could be fun way paquerar Miles。
She put her hand on his leg。
… Thank you。 … She took a sip of champagne。
Miles smiled as we thought it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship。
Flow could not stop drooling for Serena。
… You are the most beautiful girl I met recently 。… he muttered in her ear。 … Maybe forever。
I can not believe that it is not model or actress or anything like that。
Serena plunged fingers on the glass of champagne and put in the mouth。 Considering how he
was famous; she thought it would be Flow convinced all soft and full of chat; but he was
surprisingly candid。 If it were not a rock star so beautiful; it could have been a total
lack of style; but he was a rock star's so beautiful; so she decided to leave this detail
go。
… No … she said。 … I'm just me。
Indeed; pictures of Serena were constantly appearing in social columns and magazines; she
not only paid for them … not needed。
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