Dan shook his head briefly。
… No … the breath of it floated to the sky in lufadas cold and white。 … I am a poet。
The two saw Vanessa is agachar for the poodle to sniff mink coat from the lens of the
camera。 Dan is bent forward。 She was so lovely behind the camera and so fortable with
what I did that was difficult to believe that use of the material inappropriate way。 Maybe
Jenny was right not to blame Vanessa； he concluded。 Maybe she has not had anything to do
with that link。 Somehow her work had fallen into the wrong hands。
… I published anything？ … Asked Ken Mogul。
… Not yet … Dan smiled to himself。 … But a poem I will leave the New Yorker in the ing
months … he added with pride。
what she wants is not what she has
They were almost 11 of the night when Jenny came to the festival of Serena。 His sympathetic
taxi driver had bee stuck in traffic in Times Square … that everyone knows that is a
place to be avoided in the new Year…crowded with tourists because it is drunk and is a
plete nightmare。 Jenny and was then left on foot。 It felt cool and mature way； alone in
the street at night； on the way to a party where they finally see her boyfriend again； the
love of his life。
When the elevator and out into the loft； Jenny unbutton your coat and handed the girl at the
entrance。 The breasts estupendos inflated in black and gold top with V neck in designing for
the room。
Hi； hi！
Several men at the party immediately recognized the little hair of the link on the Web that
was a hot gossip holidays。 They stopped what they were doing and began to applaud。
… Hey； e here and show me your thong！ … Screamed a drunk man was wearing a hat that any
black out of fashion。
… Want to get in my coat？ … Shouted another。
Jenny froze in the doorway； holding onto the bag； feeling much as Clara in the nutcracker
when surrounded by the gang of evil mice。 his eyes searched the room looking desperately for
Nate。
Where； oh； where the prince nutcracker her？
Across the room； near the bar； a boy with wavy hair and a golden girl of long brown hair
that fell in the back talking with his face so close that they could be well be kissing。
They looked just like Jenny always wanted to be seen； as if they forget that at a party full
of people； too distracted by love。
The boys were still cheering for Jenny and uivando of hair when the boy and girl of golden
brown hair turned up to look。
Hi； hi again！
And in that moment； Jenny thought。
Nate was never in love with her； because he never stopped loving Blair。 And because he had
lied and pretended to love her； he was not even a good boyfriend； as Vanessa and Dan said。
Nate was not the nutcracker prince。 Just another rotten mouse。
… Nate … arfou Jenny； the voice stuck in my throat。 She cambaleou to the bar where they were
and Nate Blair； took off the turquoise pendant neck and shot him with the greatest force
that could。
… Jennifer； sorry 。。。 … Nate began to falter； but his eyes seemed not regret anything and
Jenny was not interested。 Blair to face； but it also does not disturbed。
… Fuck you … it sussurou as hot tears began to roll for his face。 Then she turned to look
for the bathroom； where it could play a man in cold water and leave the party with some
dignity。
Nate was lowered and put the turquoise pendant in my pocket。 Looked tired and clumsy。 Blair
put another cigarette between the lips and risk a match； trying to light it。 Continued
trying without any luck and finally dropped the match with a sigh mad。
Nate opened the Zippo and extended it to her； but the Blair ignored。
… What is the problem？ … Asked him； although the absolute certainty of the response。
Blair narrowed eyes at him； lit a cigarette still hanging in the mouth。 He was not the
protagonist。 He already was。 And there were so many promising stars … that you needed him？
… You are another reason why I was anxious to enter the college。
… I just want to light up your cigar … Nate replied without much conviction。
… OK … Nate Blair lit a cigarette and inhale deeply。 After a torrent of smoke blew in his
face。 … Now you can fuck。
Nate wrinkle the forehead and closed his Zippo； extinguishing the flame。 Blair always
exaggerated。 Near them； people began to sing； 〃Ten！ Nine！ Eight！ 〃
… Blair？ … Nate took a step forward。 All you had to do was kiss it and make up； and
everything back to normal again。 Like old times。
But Blair broke； dropping the cigarette feet of Nate； the tail…of…brown horse while swinging
between omoplatas went to the sliding glass door that led to the deck。 It was nearly
midnight and I had something better to do than kiss another Mané。
s win a serenade
Serena had danced so much that he felt like he had run a marathon。 The mouth was dry； doíam
legs and arms pendiam loose side。 Someone had cuspido drink in your hair； but she was not
called。 He had a cute butt is swinging pretty close to it； and used a butt…olive green
trousers and belonged to a cute skytech of short and dark。
… Seven！ Six！ Five！
Aaron took the hand of Serena。
… e on out！ … He shouted； pulling it to the room for the glass doors。
… Serena！ … Shouted a voice； holding them in the middle of the road。
Serena turned the blue eyes arregalados of disbelief。 Flow was； leaving the elevator； using
a caramel suede jacket and holding of the case of the guitar。 There were circles around
their eyes and curly black hair was a little flat on the side because of the long journey by
plane from Los Angeles； but he was still beautiful。 The girls at the party stopped and
approached； and so did most of the boys。
… Hi … Serena gave him a quick smile。
Flow Serena breathed like a breath of fresh air。 With the top； the short shorts and bare
feet； she seemed a goddess of your dreams more crazy。 He kneels and opened the case of the
guitar。
… I wrote a song for you when you were ing this way。
Serena dropped the hand of Aaron and his arms crossed。 I did not want to be rough； but how
far would Flow before giving up and go home？
Beside her； Aaron put your hands in your pockets。 He did not care to hear what was playing
Flow。 Nor anyone else in the room。
… I called for My Kandy Girl … Flow muttered short。 He spent the guitar by shoulder； played
some chords and then closed his eyes and began to sing while。
You stole my heart； now I paid the fine
You robbed me； left me crazy and dry
My love is like chocolate； melts in your hand
If you prove it； you understand
Eww。 But remember； he had one man。
Was probably the worst song he had posed； but the guests of the party still enxameavam
around Flow； hypnotized by the music and the beauty of it。 All the girls that he expected
the notice is improvised a song for them there； and all the guys thought that； if they left
with Flow； it would certainly be okay tonight。
Serena was tempted to throw a dollar in the guitar case of Flow； but it probably already had
hurt … did not have to insult him still on top。
… e on … she whispered to Aaron； returning to the crowd and getting his hand。 … e on
out。
Blair was not surprised when Chuck Bass found a stop on deck； eating olives furiously；
smoking； swallowed Veuve Clicquot and freezing your butt。 Lacked little to midnight and；
knowing Chuck； he looked for someone to make him a blowjob while fireworks shot。
… Happy New Year…； Blair … he went straight to her and gave her a kiss on the lips。 He was
like olives； but he seemed not to mind。
Blair moved away and spat on the floor。
… It better be。
Chuck put his arm around her and slide your hand slowly in the back of Blair until the ass。
… You know what is the best way to enter the year…again？
She moved away and pointed to the glass doors Kati and Isabel； near a table； hold hands and
doing the countdown。
… Those two have always been totally in love with you … Blair said； trying to keep a serious
face。 … If you want to 〃enter the year…new〃 with someone； why not ask them？
Chuck laughed at her。
… Really？
She seats。
… Go ahead； I 。。。 … But before he could finish the sentence； Chuck had dipped into and
picked up the two girls a hug。
… Four！ Three！ Two！
v and d have their own show
At 11：45； the runners had started the slow track at the park。 Vanessa ran beside them with a
video camera； trying to capture the mixture of determination； pain and elation on the face
of them。 They were outdoors； and was running a cold to freeze！ It was the end of a year and
the beginning of another … perhaps the beginning of a new era！
Although they ran so slowly that she could follow them easily； Vanessa had left the bag in
the snow on the camera back and fight for his boots were giving him blisters； so she decided
to return to the line of departure； imagining that the pegaria on arrival 。
Dan and Ken Mogul were still waiting for her in the bank。
… I indicated for some things … said Ken。 … But never won anything。 Perhaps working with
Vanessa change that。 … He was monologando since Dan sit beside him。
Dan does not matter。 His bloc was open on the lap and he looked fixedly to the halo of light
in the snow produced by a pole； looking for the exact words to describe how the flakes of
snow passed by the light； so slowly it did not appear to be falling； but floating。
Vanessa suddenly appeared in the halo of light； the red cheeks to run and the huge brown
eyes shining。 She smiled with the vision of Dan ridiculous and an older man with a sparse
ski seated together at a bank； with a centimeter of fresh snow on the shoulders。 The brown
eyes and moving of Dan looked at her from under the white hat。 He did not seem angry。 My
God； she was happy to see him。
… How long is sitting there？
The guy in partnership with ski arose。
… Enough to see that you definitely is the next great sense of humor。
Vanessa laughed again。 This guy was serious？
He approached and handed him a card。 Ken Mogul； filmmaker； was saying。
… I am going to Brazil to shoot each child prostitutes in Rio … Ken explained。 … But I hope
you call me so that we can do something。 I really could use you。
Vanessa went to the bag and kept the camera。 Always admired the work of Ken Mogul； but was
not sure if I wanted to be 〃used〃 by any director； regardless of their fame。 She wanted to
make movies alone。
… Will you call me？ … Ken insisted。
… Excuse me … she heard Dan say little behind them。
Ken turned。
… This guy was waiting to talk to you almost as long as I do。 Who are you anyway； man？
Dan stood up； leaving the block fall into the snow。 He went to Vanessa； caught it and moved
his arms around her。
… Her boyfriend … he said the Mogul by Ken on the shoulder。 And then he kissed with the
maximum intensity that could； afraid that； if not humble enough； it does not take seriously。
He was her boyfriend； for God's sake！ And he was angry with her； proud of her and proud of
himself for kisses it and end this breach； once and for all。
Vanessa kissed with the same intensity。 What if fodesse Ken Mogul； the filmmaker。 The movie
he was doing wa