Hmmm。 Maybe not。
Vanessa shook her head； unable to look at it。 Pulled the skirt and the button Cardigan。
Dan put the cigarette into an empty coffee cup。
… I think we should return the table； then。
Vanessa the boot and tied it up。
… Although I think I will … she said； voice shaking。
Not cried since that was about four years； but it seemed that was about to cry now。
Dan based； is divided between feeling to ask her what was the problem and want to leave it
so that he could try to write again。 What they say to each other
if it was； alias？
And strange as a relationship can change pletely after you see his girlfriend using a
small lingerie。
Vanessa went to the door and opened it。
… Bye … she said little。
… Bye … Dan replied as the door closes。
He went to the table； sat up and opened the block； hoping that his confusion about what had
just happened the inspiration to write something brilliant。 But not happened； and then he
was sitting there； smoking like a chimney。
the art of leaving j n scared
… Can you give me leave； Dad？ … Jenny asked。 … I want to show my room to Nate。
Rufus looked bad for her。
… Mais oui … he said in French urn terrfvel。…Bien s？r。
Jenny goggle。 When the father drank much red wine； he tried to take the personality of a
beat poet cool； smoking cigarettes and talking in a French coffee boemio。
Like father like son。
… e on … she said to Nate； leading him by corridor to the room。 She opened the door and
lit the lamp。
Nate did not expect to be surprised in the fourth Jenny。
the rest of the apartment was confortave1 middle and falling to pieces； like a country house
that was never cleaned； and he hoped that the room it was more so。 But Jenny hated the
smooth walls of a grimy white； the ceiling cracked； the surface of bare wood and the old
white sheets； and it was a good artist。 So； in recent months； she began painting；
particularly portraits； and his favorite subject； of course；
Nate was。 There were six of them in total； each made in the style of a different artist。
There was the Nate of Monet； the impressionist style； and Nate of Picasso； with eyes on the
feet； and Nate of Dalí； dripping a puddle on the sidewalk； and Nate of Warhol； with electric
green eyes and hair in； gold； Nate of Pollock； with the ink respingada in the form of a
head； and Nate of Changall； with the head of Nate flying at night sky。
… You like？ … Jenny asked full of hope。 _ I'm trying to copy all the different styles。 The
Pollock is one of the most difficult。
Nate looked gaping the paintings on the wall。 Pollock did not know what was； not recognized
any of the styles of other artists who use Jenny； but he recognized six times and that was
enough to make it stop。
…So it is that I spent most of the time…Jenny explained cheerfully。 Nate was so lovely
talking to her father that she was even more in love with him。 Courageously； she stood
tiptoe and put their hands on his shoulders。 …I kind of wanted to kiss you all night …
sussurou it with the voice rouxa； Nate was hard； but not the way you think。
Yes normally such moves would make a beautiful erection； but Nate had just had a very clear
framework for moving Jenny hours alone in a room painting those retartos good； but extremely
strange； him。
The case was that he had said to Jenny that I loved her。 And that means he was sincere all
the time。 But is she now hoped that he； like； so deflorasse or something？
He kissed a light in the mouth。
…I better go。 I have to make the bags for tomorrow； those things。
Jenny wrinkle the forehead。
…Oh； please do not go … she laughed and looked at the floor。 … I'm still as dental floss。
Nate had to leave before it started to get the clothes in front of her collection of art。
Fortunately not had to invent a good excuse to go immediately； because his cell phone rang。
He took the pocket of the Colca and looked the number it flashes on the screen。 It was
Jeremy。
So…man； where are you？
…We are about to find that the bar of the Rivington。 You know； the one where Charlie was
expelled by a light pipe of stuff in the output of a fire。
…All right； calm … insistruiu Nate； thinking that if we do that the call seemed urgent；
Jenny would let him leave。
…Huh？ … Jeremy said。
I…I 'il … Nate hung up and took the hand of Jenny。 …Sorry； Jennifer； ams I really gotta go。
Jeremy said that Charlie and Antony took an E and are freaking。 I have to go help the guys
before they cause any serious prezuíso。
Jenny based； the lower lip trembling。 Nate was going to Maine tomorrow。 She would not see
him for days and days。
…All right。
He pulled into a hug。
I'm going back…to…New Year。 Stay straight； okay？
She closed his eyes hard and hugged tight。
… I love you … I could not get tired of saying it。
Nate moved away and got a panda pelucia of the bed of Jenny。 He placed in her arms。
… Pretend that I am … he said； kissing her on the nose。 After he left the room and passed
the hall； waving a polite thank you to Mr。 Humphrey before jumping into taxi urn
straight to the bar on Rivington Street； where they would pay a fine to drink friend Jeremy
in gratitude for saving the skin without knowing it。
Gossipgirl
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themes / previous / next / do a question / answer
Warning： all the real names of places； people and events were curtailed to protect the
innocent。 I mean； I do。
Hi； guys！
Sorry if it was a goodbye； but you know what is right： just the school and here I am … every
night！
So； WHO IS THE LINK？
All right； then all we hear from those people in the Eyewitness News that give information
to police because they were filmed by chance 0 son playing in the garden when a shooting
happened and they took the number plate of the car with your digital camera or know what to
do with 。 Well； I have something here that is half the opposite of that。 I know who is on
tape or； in this case； the link … but as it did throughout the Internet？
I'm sure that now you know that link I'm talking about。
Click it and you find an excellent coverage of two people who know and love in the snow
park； arriando the shoes and rolling together in a warm coat for winter。 J until it has a
cute butt； I have not paid attention。 And even with underwear samba…song； the butt of N not
disappoint。 Not surprising that the link is rolling through the Internet as the last 45 of
the live CD。
We will not give names； but I am almost sure that V did the work with the camera … saw its
artistic angles and steady hand。 But why she put it on the Web？ It makes no sense。 If that
she was raised； she will never redeem； and if it was not； then who did？ I have to say
something finally for the first time： I'm confused。
Flagra
This came from the exclusive resort Hotellsle of Ia Paix on the island of St。 Brats； hmmm； I
mean； St。 Barts： Flow out of a pet shop in candy … really the only city in St。 Barts …
leading a cage。 Do not ask。 Ms。 E。W。R。 vomiting in the wastepaper basket of women's toilet。
Now we know where to get this B mania。 B and S smuggling of another pitcher of rum punch to
his village； where they are hidden since they arrived yesterday。 EA guitar playing alone on
the beach。 He may be a cute； but nothing to show a vegetarian with a goofy shirt LEGALIZE
HEMP。 And here in NYC： K and I were crying and embracing in the Park Avenue while taking
separate paths for Christmas。 Hmmm； maybe they should change alliances of engagement。
Your email
Q： Dear Gossip Girl；
I have a friend whose older sister is a friend of the Flow of public relations； and she told
my sister who is in St。 Barts Flow trying to pass the crisis of abstinence from cocaine。
… Brownie
A： Hi； Brownie；
Well； I have heard that St。 Barts is such a haven of drugs； so if you're right； it probably
will not last long there。
…GG
Decorate the CORRIDORS
Today is Christmas Eve。 The last opportunity to buy everything from your list。 The last
chance to take a look under the tree and make sure that the majority of these are there； and
if not； to paste new labels on boxes。
The last chance to eat as many chocolate truffles from Godiva your heart desires。 The last
chance to feel with five years of new and leave cookies for Santa Claus of honey。 It is also
the last chance to be very； very nice to people who are buying gifts for you； so that they
actually change their mind and decide to buy that Hermes Birkin bag of pig skin。
Have a very nice Christmas！
For you who love me；
gossip girl
s and b leave the boys are boys
We can not just stay here all day … said the Serena Blair。Era almost noon on Christmas Eve
and she was standing at the window of his village； looking forward the deck on the beach of
white sand and turquoise sea beyond。
… But Flow and Miles？ … Blair reasons while hitting the folder Tom's of Maine in even
electric tooth brush。 …I thought we were in hiding。 … Blair thought he was hiding in the
village with Serena would give her time to work on test for Yale； but since then only what
they did was drink cups of rum punch high with slices of orange； maraschino cherries and
paper umbrellas； playing bridge and paint the nails of one another in pink。 It was time to
pause in your iBook。
Serena had other ideas。 A whole night and half a morning stuck doing nothing had its limits。
… Go to the beach … she announced； pulling a short short Miu Miu on the panties of her white
bikini。 … And if someone wants to talk with us； will have to talk about this here … she
walked by the room and departed the small triangles of white bra of your bikini； showing the
rapidly Blair。
Blair raised the eyebrows and then returned to brush their teeth。 Spit in the sink。
… I mean； do topless？ … She asked； I like the idea。
Serena based； playing a devilish smile on his face。
… It is exactly what I mean
Aaron； Miles and Tyler were taking a lesson from windsurfing to a few meters from where
Blair and Serena desdobraram their yellow towels in the sand of the beach； took the top of
the bikini and lie back with naked breasts to the skies。
… Argh … Tyler said； turning back is not to have to see。
Miles dropped the candle and fell into the water。 Came to the surface and shook his head to
Aaron； who was still standing on the board。
… I can not believe you can live with that … he said with envy。
The candle of Aaron was soaked。 He pulled the rope with force； trying to lift her and block
your view of the beach； but more than puxasse； sailing still under water。 Blair probably
thought that was doing topless European and sophisticated like that； but in his opinion it
was
something piranha。 Anyone who walk through there could see； and then； at dinner； they see
the clothes and would be able to imagine exactly as they were naked。 Think about the left
half silly。
The instructor of windsurfing rastafári who wore Speedo； Prinz； walking in the water back to
the beach。
… Let me give a hand … and said he plunged；