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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　was　much　nicer　than　any　film　that　he　had　done。　Moreover；　she　did　not　want　to　

talk　about　career　now；　anyway。　I　was　too　busy　kissing　Dan；　her　boyfriend。　
As　they　kiss；　the　fires　began　lighting　the　sky。　It　was　kind　of　a　cliche　that　could　ruin　a　

movie　or　a　poem；　but　was　much　better　than　a　movie　and　much　better　than　a　poem。　It　was　the　

reality。　

j　flouting　of　a　famous　rock　star　

At　the　last　note　of　music；　Flow　opened　his　eyes　and　saw　that　Serena　was　gone。　The　clock　beat　

the　midnight　and　everyone　started　to　hug；　kiss　and　to　shoot　for　the　top　hats　of　the　role　of　

the　party；　ignoring　it　entirely；　which　was　the　first　time　this　happened　in　his　life。　
Some　people　threw　notes　of　one　hundred　dollars　in　case　of　his　guitar　just　for　sacaneá　it。　He　

took　the　floor　and　played　on　the　guitar　before　saving　and　closing　the　case　with　a　thud。　

Then；　half…back　has　to　get　the　lift　as　soon　as　the　doors　were　closing；　the　case　holding　the　

doors　until　they　open　again。　
A　little　girl　of　chest　hair　with　a　remarkably　large　wall　was　supported　in　the　back　of　the　

elevator。　
…　Hi　…　Flow　was　shy　of　his　famous　smile　as　entered。　
The　girl　said　nothing。　It　seemed　that　he　had　been　crying。　
…　Vai　to　the　center？　…　Flow　asked。　…　My　car　is　waiting　outside。　Can　I　buy　you　a　drink　or　

something。　
Jenny　took　no　eyes　to　the　ground。　Flow；　Nate；　were　all　equal。　Just　because　he　was　famous　and　

delicious　not　to　say　that　she　should　talk　to　him；　is　not　it？　
No；　certainly　not。　
The　elevator's　doors　were　opened。　
…　I　…　she　replied。　
She　became　the　revolving　doors　of　the　building　and　came　to　the　sidewalk　to　call　a　taxi。　

Year…new　era　in　New　York　and　the　entire　city　was　a　party　only；　but　Jenny　was　going　home；　and　

follow　the　advice　of　his　father　at　least　once　in　life；　snuggle　in　bed　with　a　good　book。　


Once　Serena　and　Aaron　were　out；　the　fireworks　exploded　in　the　sky　around　them。　I　was　

freezing　and　had　only　a　few　people　on　deck。　All　others　were　in　the　loft；　pouring　champagne　

on　the　head　of　the　gang　and　the　rebolando　ass　while　the　DJ　sent　the　music　even　louder　than　

before。　
While　watching　the　psychedelic　landscape；　Serena　took　that　feeling　again　…　loved　the　feeling　

that　…　when　was　not　sure　what　would　happen；　but　I　knew　it　would　be　a　good　thing。　Perhaps　the　

best　so　far。　
…　Look　…　she　pointed　to　as　the　blue　sparks　massive　fireworks　started　a　buzz　in　the　sky　and　

then　exploded　in　minifogos　on　the　East　River。　
Aaron　lit　a　cigarette　natural。　I　was　just　a　T…shirt；　but　felt　cold。　
…　Previously　I　did　not　like　the　fireworks　…　he　said；　blowing　the　smoke　in　the　air。　…　I　

thought　they　were　noisy；　bad　for　the　environment　and　a　waste　of　money。　
…　But　like　now；　right？　…　Serena　asked；　turning　up　to　look　at　it。　She　borrowed　a　jacket　

pegara　sheep…of　someone　in　a　wheelchair；　but　her　feet　were　still　barefoot；　and　she　and　Aaron　

were　even　the　same　time。　
Aaron　seats。　
…　I　love　it。　
…　I　…　Serena　whispered。　Whole　body　shake　and　she　was　not　sure　if　it　was　the　cold　or　because　

they　were　about　to