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not　seen　any　that　I　recognize。
Cyrus　has　been　set　to　placing　a　potato　chip　in　the　mouth　of　Eleanor。　
…　Just　to　make　sure　you're　consuming　all　the　vitamins　and　minerals；　honey　…　he　said　

lovingly。　
Blair　was　sure　that　the　mother　did　not　need　more　of　potato　chips　and　had　also　not　sure　that　

I　would　sit　there　watching　the　food　Cyrus　mother。　That　gave　him　an　even　greater　desire　to　

vomit。　
…　Excuse　me　…　and　muttered　Blair　fired　the　table　in　search　of　the　women's　restroom　closer。　
All　were　so　accustomed　to　the　sudden　exit　of　Blair　that　no　one　has　the　slightest　to　that；　

but　think　of　Serena　hated　Blair　forcing　the　vomit　in　the　bathroom。　She　left　the　cloth　napkin　

from　the　hamburger　untouched。　
…　Thanks　for　lunch　…　she　said　with　a　weak　voice。　Then　got　up　and　ran　behind　Blair　to　see　if　

she　was　well；　keeping　the　adorable　blond　hair　down　in　the　case　of　Flow　be　there　around；　

spying　behind　a　palm。　

who　really　wants　to　know　the　victoria's　secret？　

…　Wait　just　to　see　what　I　just　bought　…　Vanessa　told　Dan　while　he　sat　in　the　dining　room　

table　of　his　father。　
Jenny　Nate　had　not　yet　arrived；　but　Rufus　had　drunk　too　much　red　wine　and　was　eager　to　eat。　

…　It　is　pletely　crazy。　Vai　be　very　proud　of　me。　
…　You　'filmmaker；　Vanessamonda？　…　Asked　Lyle；　The　friend's　father；　Dan；　serving　up　a　little　

lasagna。　
…　What　kind　of　films　you　do？　
Vanessa　drank　a　sip　of　water。　
…　In　black　and　white。　You　know；　without　much　action。　
Lyle　filled　the　rest　of　the　plate　with　baked　beans；　monitoring　that　Rufus　had　chosen　to　

serve　with　the　lasagna。　
…　Movies　of　art；　huh？　
Vanessa　seats。　
…　I　guess。　
…　I　am　more　to　the　films　of　adventure。　Have　you　seen　The　Mumia？　
For　me；　it　is　a　perfect　movie。　
But　Vanessa　was　not　listening。　Nate　and　Jenny　had　just　arrived　and　were　making　the　jacket　in　

the　vestibule。　
…　Sorry；　Dad　…　Jenny　was　out　of　breath；　taking　his　hat。　Vanessa　immediately　recognized　the　

hat。　It　was　red　and　fuzzy；　like　the　girl　in　the　park。　And　Nate　was　wearing　a　long　navy　blue　

jacket；　like　the　guy　in　the　park。　He　also　had　the　same　way　to　mauricinho　and　the　same　

golden…brown　hair。　Vanessa　down　the　fork。　
Epa。　
…　Dad；　and　that　Nate　…　Jenny　said；　taking　Nate　to　the　table。　She　seemed　to　be　dancing　around　

the　table；　kissing　everyone　there。　Knew　it　was　not　possible　to　be　so　happy。　Nate　said　that　

he　loved！　
Nate　shook　the　hand　of　her　father。　
…　Nice　to　know　him；　Mr。　Humphrey。　
Rufus　was　full　of　mouth　and　used　the　wine　to　help　swallow。　
…　Nate；　my　boy；　you　are　the　reason　for　my　daughter　to　have　caught　more　than　four　hundred　

U。S。　dollars　loaned　me　last　month　is　finally　nice　to　meet　you　…　Rufus　departed　from　the　

table　next　to　his　chair。　…　e；　sit　down。　
Jenny　was　so　alvoro？ada　not　matter　if　the　father　of　her　embarrassed　you。　She　just　hoped　it　

was　nice　to　Nate。　
…　Well；　tell　me；　Nate　…　became　Rufus；　serving　the　wine　cup　in　a　gallon　of　Nate。　…　What　is　

your？　
Nate　smiled。　Jennifer's　father　seemed　nice。　
…　Boats　…　he　replied。　…　My　parents　have　a　house　in　Mount　Desert；　in　Maine。　Me　and　my　dad　do　

it　and　sailing　boats。　
Dan　Rufus　hoped　to　begin　devouring　Nate　alive；　esbravejando　about　the　selfishness　of　the　

class　of　idle　and　useless　things　like　sailing；　but　Rufus　seemed　to　be　fascinated　and　

continued　asking　questions　to　Nate。　
Normally；　such　a　hypocrisy　ceased　Dan　crazy；　but　he　also　was　distrafdo　other　with　what　it　

meant　to　Vanessa　to　bother　with　his　father　talking　to　a　fucking　stoned　spoiled　as　Nate。　He　

took　his　lasagna。　Ten　more　minutes　and　would　ask　permission　for　him　and　Vanessa　could　〃talk〃　

in　your　room。　
Suddenly；　Rufus　hit　the　table。　
…　One　time；　I　spend　all　the　dishes。　I　think　this　would　have　a　lasagne　taste　much　better　if　

flambada。　
…　Parent　…　Jenny　gemeu。　He　would　shame　it　pletely。　
It　was　inevitable。　
Nate　went　to　the　plate　Rufus；　who　lit　a　match　and　dropped　in　for　Nate　lasagne。　Both　had　the　

rum　sauce　that　lasagne　caught　fire。　
…　Yeah！　…　Nate　exclaimed。　
Rufus　and　Jenny　laughed　happily　passed　the　plate　for　him；　a　broad　smile　on　the　face　of　

excitement　arrested。　It　seemed　that　they　were　engaged！　
Dan　could　not　endure　more。　Turned　up　and　bent　his　head　to　Vanessa。　
…　Can　I　talk　to　you　a　minute？　…　He　was　very　nervous；　hands　train。　
…　Okay　…　Vanessa　retorted；　suddenly　nervous　também。Será　who　dare　to　go　ahead　with　it　and　

show　it　to　the　new　costumes？　Lyle　took　the　plate　and　he　turned　it　on　fire。　
…　Thank　you　…　she　muttered　distracted。　
Dan　stood　up。　
…　e　on。　
Vanessa　picked　up　the　bag　and　followed　by　the　long　corridor　to　the　quarto。O　department　of　

Humphreys　was　one　of　those　relics　that　were　not　leased　retired　since　the　1940s。　
It　was　large　and　dirty；　with　the　wooden　floor　cracked　and　paint　peeling　on　the　walls；　and　

smelled　like　old　shoes　and　binding　mofada。　Dan　once　found　a　deck　
which　was　printed　in　1955；　still　sealed；　on　a　shelf　of　the　office　of　her　father。　All　kings　

seemed　Elvis　Presley。　They　were　amazing。　
…　And　then？　…　Dan　began　bluntly　while　closing　the　door　of　the　room。　…　I　wanted　to　tell　you　

something。　
Vanessa　sat　on　the　ground　and　untied　shoelaces　of　the　boot　of　the　fight。　If　you　would　

continue　with　what　it　had　to　make　quick；　before　we　stop　and　consider　the　matter。　
…　Arr？　…　she　took　the　half　of　it　and　put　the　boots。　Two　nights　ago；　she　left　her　sister；　

Ruby；　paint　the　nails　of　the　feet　of　her　chocolate…brown。　Were　still　very　good。　She　stood　up　

and　undo　the　cardiga　black。　
Dan　was　up　to　the　table　and　got　the　last　block　black；　thinking　that　perhaps；　if　the　show　

Vanessa　as　his　poetry　was　bad；　she　understand　why　he　had　to　sex。　He　browse　the　pages。　They　

were　full　of　beginnings　of　poems　such　as：　you　are　my　Frankenstein；　my　Liechtenstein；　my　God。
None　of　them　had　end　they　were　all　too　awful　to　be　pleted。　Read　them　left　the　red　with　

shame。　
…　I　can　not　write　anything　else　of　good　…　he　said；　still　browsing　the　block。　
Vanessa　has　a　black　wool　skirt　and　pulled　the　shirt　collar　of　rulê　black　head　scraped　by。　

Then　he　raised　his　hands　with　the　hips；　hoping　that　if　Dan　became。　
…　I　went　thinking；　perhaps　the　reason　that　I　can　not　write　anything　is　because　。。。　…　Dan　

closed　the　block　and　turned。　…　I　need　。。。　…　He　stopped　suddenly。　
Vanessa　was　standing　near　his　bed；　using　a　half…cup　bra…ine　black　and　short…ine　black　

thin　and　transparent　so　that　Dan　could　see　everything　through　them。　
Of　course。　And　for　that　they　serve。　
She　laughed　and　hit　the　eyelashes。　
…　What　do　you　think？　
Dan　looked　at　her；　terrified。　It　was　the　last　thing　I　expected　to　see。　
…　What　are　you　doing？　
Vanessa　approached　him；　trying　not　to　think　about　what　were　their　thighs　and　the　lower　back　

that　supercurta　thong。　She　became　the　hands　on　the　shoulders　of　Dan　All　his　body　shake。　She　

did　not　know　if　that　was　good　or　bad。　
Dan　gave　a　look　in　the　room。　
…　There　is　filming　this；　this？　…　He　asked；　suspicious。　
In　general　Vanessa　asked　him　first　if　he　wanted　to　be　one　of　her　films；　but　he　had　already　

seen　Vanessa　trying　to　shoot　something　quite　rough　without　saying　anything　to　
it　first。　
She　shook　her　head。　
…　Kiss　Me　…　she　said。　
Dan　crossed　his　arms。　He　knew　what　was　arming　Vanessa。　
So？　They　were　in　love。　Why　does　not　he　simply　attacked？　
Any　other　guy　atacaria。Mas　Dan　definitely　was　not　any　one　guy。　He　was　Dan；　the　romantic　

sensitive。　He　does　not　want　to　be　the　first　time　by　a　atravancada…ine　black　lingerie。　It　

was　premeditated　and　other　cliche　too　e。　。。　wrong。　He　wanted　it　to　be　pure；　espontaneo　e。　。。　

perfect。　
Dan　took　a　step　back　and　turned　his　head　to　the　side。　
…　Sorry　…　he　said。　
Vanessa　felt　she　had　pressed　and　maybe　Dan　was　not　being　fair；　but　was　just　trying　to　have　

fun　a　little。　It　was　trying　to　do　is　irresistible　to　him；　but　he　obviously　was　able　to　

resist　well。　She　took　the　exit　at　the　bed　and　quickly　put　on　his　head；　feeling　pletely　

humiliated。　
Dan　lit　cigarette　urn　and　took　urn　long　shot。　
…　You　show　me　what　you　filmed　in　the　park？　…　He　asked。　
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；　thinki