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through　the　glass　fumê　the　limo。　Audrey　Jennifer　was　so　in　luxury。　
And　maybe　a　walk　in　the　mud　flow　was　exactly　what　his　life　would　bee；　like　magic；　a　

series　of　disasters　for　a　series　of　dreams　that　bee　reality。　

Nate　was　getting　half　full　of　both　kissing　Jenny。　He　had　drunk　too　much　and　needed　to　give　

even　a　few　tapas。　
…　Want　to　walk　a　little？　…　He　asked。　
Jennysorriu　for　him。　It　seemed　that　the　cilia　of　Nate　had　been　bathed　in　gold　and　the　hair。　

The　only　thing　that　would　leave　that　evening　even　more　perfect　Nate　would　tell　her：　〃I　love　

you。〃　And　she　hoped　that　was　exactly　what　he　would　do。　
…　Of　course　…　she　said　anxiously。　
They　got　the　jackets　and　Nate　kept　the　door　open　for　when　she　left　the　bustle　of　the　hotel。　
A　huge　black　limousine　with　darkened　windows　was　parked　outside。　Nate　and　Jenny　down　the　

marble　steps　to　the　sidewalk　and　Nate　tore　her　hand　to　turn　a　slightly　based。　Jenny　jumble　

of　his　black　suede　gloves；　disappointed。　If　Nate　was　going　to　say　〃I　love　you；〃　she　did　not　

want　was　stoned　when　he　did　that。　
Suddenly　the　glass　of　the　black　limo　down　and　appeared　the　beautiful　blond　hair　from　Serena。
…　Hey；　you　there！　…　She　said　to　Nate　and　Jenny。　…　e　on！　We　are　giving　a　party！　e！　

e！　
As　always；　Serena　was　acting　on　impulse。　Even　went　through　her　head　that　they　were　the　last　

little　shit　in　the　world　who　wanted　to　see　Blair。　
Jenny　always　very　venerou　Serena；　and　riding　a　car　with　her　and　with　others　who　were　there　

seemed　exciting　and　decadent。　
More　exciting　than　walking　the　freezing　cold　while　Nate　was　doid？o。　She　touched　the　arm　of　

Nate。　
…　Can　we　go？
Nate　has　to　shoulder。　Was　ready　for　anything；　since　that　could　lead　the　based　with　him。　
…　Sure。　Why　not？　
The　door　was　opened　and　Jenny　laughed　as　lively　memory　on　the　mass　of　legs　and　knees　with　

socks　trawler　with　smokings　and　if　espremia　in　a　tiny　corner　near　the　window；　next　to　a　girl　

who　wore　the　shoes　most　beautiful　and　seemingly　more　expensive　it　now　turns。　A　girl　who；　

incidentally；　was　the　ex…girlfriend　of　Nate；　Blair　Waldorf。　
The　face　of　Jenny　was　red　as　tomato　and　she　immediately　turned　his　head　to　the　other　side；　

giving　the　man　with　the　look　of　bastard　Chuck　Bass；　the　jerk　who　had　tried　to　give　it　a　

squeeze　booked　the　bathroom　of　the　party　in　Boca　Kiss　in　October　。　
Tá　seeing　what　happens　when　you　enter　a　limo　without　first　checking　who's　there？　
d　can　get　rid　of　marriage　
Daniel　Humphrey　bite　your　fingernail　pink　to　Vanessa　Abrams　and　spat　in　rough　brown　carpet　

of　his　bedroom。　The　nail　was　much　longer　than　the　other　and　he　was　tired　of　the　way　it　

always　arranhva　accidentally。　
…Hey；　that　was　my　guitar　unhada　…　Vanessa　protested；　moving　his　hand　with　a　wrench　and　

examining　the　damage。　
Dan　laughed。　His　face　is　pale　brown　hair　under　the　contort　embarrassed。　He　rarely　cut　their　

hair；　but　the　hair　too　large　bined　with　the　image　of　poet　desgrenhada　and　supercafeinada　

it。　
…As　you　touch　guitar。　
Vanessa　has　the　shoulders　and　rub　the　top　of　the　head　and　almost　black　with　a　scraped　

knuckle　pale。　He　had　huge　brown　eyes；　fair　skin　and　red　lips　and　thin　and　could　even　be　

beautiful；　if　stopped　shave　his　head。　But　Vanessa　does　not　call　for　the　beauty；　rather　the　

darker　side　of　things；　into　their　ugly。　
…How　do　you　know？　…　She　said。　…　During　the　day　I　am　with　you；　but　at　night　I　play　tock。　
…Do　you　like　music　or　high　…　zombou　Dan　He　pushed　the　bed　and　began　to　tickle　her　in　the　

armpits。　…　Your　favorite　CD　is　a　recording　of　a　tempestada　with　thunder。　
…Stop　it！　…　Vanessa　winch；　debating　arms　and　legs　and　bufando　hysterical。　…　Daniel　Randolph　

Humphrey；　stop　it　now！　
Alas　they　were　not　so　cute？　
Dan　patou　to　tickle　her　and　feels。　
…You　said　the　word　prohibited。　
Vanessa　pulled　down　the　neck　of　black　blouse　rulê　on　the　white　belly　and　slightly　chubby。　
…Randolph；　Randolph；　Randolph。　Who　gives　a　child　a　middle　name　that？　It　seems　the　name　of　

condoms　or　porn　star　or　something。　Randolph　the　Lubrificador！　…　Uivou　it。　
Dan　was　in　plete　silence　suddenly；　Franz　enfiava　the　forehead　while　the　finger　in　a　

cigarette　burn　in　the　old　green　army　blanket　to　your　bed。　
Vanessa　feels。　
…Sorry。　Promeri　would　not　sacanear　your　middle　name　and　now　I　am　here；　laughing　at　him　like　

a　fool。　But　it　was　not　Dan　that　was　boring　
…Clark　has　what；　so　kind；　twenty…two？　…　He　asked。　
The　brown　eyes　of　Vanessa　were　even　greater。　Clark　was　the　oldest　bartender　who　was　with　her　

before　the　plug　of　Dan　finally　dropped　and　he　understood　that　he　and　Vanessa　should　be　more　

than　friends。　
…Yeah；　so　what？　
It　is…it　bartender。　Type　stud？　
…I　guess。　…　She　still　did　not　understand　where　he　wanted　to　reach。　
Dan　shot　out　of　bed　and　turn　on　the　Camel　millionth　of　the　day。　Inhale　deeply　and　breathed　a　

bluish…gray　vapor　in　the　air　over　the　head　of　Vanessa。　She　knew　he　was　trying　to　appear　

calm；　but　his　eyes　were　nervous。　
…So　you　。。。　hmmm　。。　trance；　or　what？　
Vanessa　first　tried　to　suppress　a　smile。　So　that　was　it。　She　thought　the　answer。　
Half…way。　
Type…well；　that　means　you　did　or　did　not　that　means？　
Type…done；　but　not　that　much　…　Vanessa　replied　slowly。　
She　and　Clark　transaram　twice。　The　first　time　was　in　full　daylight。　She　was　so　ashamed　of　

their　bodies　that　not　much　attention　paid　to　other　things。　The　second　time　she　felt　more　

relaxed；　but　still　could　not　understand　why　this　was　so　good。　For　her；　it　was　funny　so　

prehistoric。　Kind；　was　exactly　the　same　as　all　those　zebras　and　hyenas　were　at　the　time　of　

mating　in　those　programs　over　nature。　Still；　it　was　legal　means　have　done。　It　was　with　that　

she　felt　she　had　more　substance；　as　a　story…I　was…there…and…done。　…I　…　Dan　gave　another　shot　

in　the　cigarette。　And　then　another。　He　followed　the　seam　of　travesserio　stained　coffee。　He　

was　a　virgin　and　not　Vanessa。　He　did　not　know　how　you　feel　with　regard　to　that。
Indeed；　he　knew。　He　felt　nervous；　stupid；　low；　gaunt；　pale；　strange　and　pletely　

inappropriate。　For　what　Vanessa　had　to　date　and　sex　with　another　man？　
…Look；　I　know　you　virgin　…　Vanessa　said　abruptly。　…But　that　does　not　mean　we　have　to　

continue。　…　She　raised　sugestivamente　the　thick　black　eyebrows　and　smiled。　
Dan　looked　at　her　and　smiled；　too；　the　lovely　pink　cheeks　acquiring　a　heavy　constraint。　
…Really？
Vanessa　seats　and　approached　it　a　little。　
Is。　…　She　put　their　hands　in　the　chest　and　pushed　him　skeleton　in　bed。　Then　took　the　

cigarette　from　his　hand　and　stuck　in　the　old　coffee　cup　that　was　on　the　table　by　

half…to…head。　…Do　not　worry　…　she　said　with　his　voice　hoarse　from　more　experienced　women。　…I　

know　what　I'm　doing。　
She　gently　kissed　the　mouth　and　started　to　strip　the　two。　First　it　took　the　gray　shirt；　then　

took　the　black　she　dressed。　Was　wearing　a　black　top　underneath。　All　that　was　Vanessa　wore　

black。　
Dan　deep　breath　and　closed　his　eyes。　It　was　not　how　he　thought　would　happen。　For　him；　sex　

was　as　important　as　birth　and　death；　one　of　the　most　intense　poetic　experience　that　a　person　

could　have。　It　was　not　something　you　do　with　a　girlfriend　when　I　was　bored　one　night　before　

the　evidence　of　Saturday's　middle　period。　It　was　one　thing　when　the　two　had　already　explored　

all　other　ways　…　intellectual；　spiritual　and　philosophical。　Dan　came　to　play　with　the　idea　

of　waiting　for　sex　when　they　were　married　ready　to　have　children。　He　wanted　to　have　five　

children　and　give　them　the　name　of　your　favorite　writers：　Kafka；　Goethe；　Sartre；　Camus　and　

Keats。　Even　if　you　do　not　have　to　wait　until　marriage；　the　first　time　should　be　a　process　of　

discovery　as　the　two　learn　to　speak　a　new　language。　
But　Vanessa　had　learned　the　language　with　another　man。　
…　You　have　feet　and　close　it　…　she　noted；　kneel　down　on　the　floor　while　Dan　took　the　half。　
Dan　felt　her　feet　and　departed。　
…Wait。　
Vanessa　is　dragged　to　bed　and　was　sat　next　to　him；　his　legs　crossed；　with　that　black　top　and　

black　panties。　
…What　is　the　problem？　
…I　do　not　want　to　do　this　…　Dan　crossed　the　thin　arms　bare　chest。　A　pair　of　corduroy　was　

still　in　the　body；　but　he　felt　very　naked。　…　I　mean；　not　now。　
Vanessa　extended　the　hand　and　arm　afagou　happily。　
…I　was　nervous　the　first　time　too。　Not　so　much　…　she　said；　reassuring。　I　promise。　
Dan　swallowed　in　dry　and　looked　at　the　ceiling。　It　was　looking　upon　a　crack　in　the　plaster　

above　his　head。　
…I　just　wanted　to　wait　until　it　is　more　。。。　organic。　
…All　right；　said　Vanessa　slowly。　But　it　is　sex…only；　save　as　is。　Not　a　poem。　
Obviously　she　did　not　mean　it。　For　Dan　was　even　a　poem。　Probably　the　most　important　poem　he　

ever　wrote。　
He　put　the　shirt。　
…I　just　think　better　to　wait；　it's　just　that。　
…Okay　…　Vanessa　said；　the　point　of　losing　patience。　
Dan　was　always　considering　other　things；　writing　about　them　in　his　black　hood　of　bloquinho　

until　there　was　nothing　else　to　write。　She　loved　the　way　his　sensitive　and　romantic；　but　at　

least　once　in　life　he　could　be　nice　and　stop　thinking　so　much　on　things　and　just　follow　the　

damn　current。　Still；　Vanessa　was　the　end　of　it　since　the　day　they　met　and　made　friends；　

three　years　before。　She　would　not　ruin　things；　now　they　were　finally　together。　
Dan　lit　another　cigarette。　Hands　tremiam　him　as　ever。　
Vanessa　the　cutucou　again。　
…Hey；　there　is　not　so　worried。　For　me；　all　right　that　has　not　rolled。　Okay？　
He　seats。　Vanessa　took　his　hand　and　put　the　arm　of　Dan　around　his　shoulders。　They　returned　

to　lie　in　bed　and　Dan　blew　the　smoke　into　the　role　of　Chinese　red　lantern　while　gently　

afagava　the　bald　head　of　Vanessa　with　the　thumb。　I　was　fortunate　to　not　have　to　explain　

both。　It　was　what　was　cool　in　dating　the　best　friend。　She　knew　him　almost　better　than　he　

knew　himself。　
The　two　were　lying　there　for　some　time；　watching　the　smoke　of　cigarette　Dan　float　in　the　

air。　That　was　another　thing　to　be　legal　with　the　best　friend。　Not　when　you　have　to　talk。　

…Once　you　start　the　holidays；　I　run　one　more　film。　Vanesa…broke　the　silence。　…　I　think　that　

my　War　and　peace　may　be　too　dark　to　send　to　the　University　of　New　York。　
The　latest　film　by　Vanessa　was　adapted　from　a　scene　of　war　and　peace；　Tolstoy；　and　brought　

as　a　princepe　Dan　Andrei　addicted　to　crack。　Vanessa　had　applied　to　the　University　of　New　

York　and　wanted　to　send　one　of　his　movies　instead　of　writing　an　essay；　because　it　wanted　to　

form　in　cinema。　She　could　barely　wait。　Just　one　more　time　in　Constance　Billard　School　for　

Girls　Magrelas　and　neurotic；　where　（thank　God）　does　not　fit　into　anything；　and　she　was　free；　

free；　free！　
Dan　released　a　long　whiff。　I　did　not　know　with　what　Vanessa　was　concerned。　The　films　were　

brios　it；　but　it　was　that　made　it　bright。　I　had　as　Univerdidad　of　New　York　did　not　accept　

it。　
…If　anyone　has　to　worry；　that　somebody　is　me　…　he　said；　his　hands　trembling　with　nervous　

again。　
…How　so？　…　Vanessa　asked。　…　A　university　with　a　decent　program　deliteratura　means　you　have　

to　kill。　
…Yeah；　but　I　speak　of　dombrio；　My　poems　are　even　。。。　…　Dan　stopped。　The　poems　were　his　

personal；　were　what　they　were。　And　it　seemed　weird　to　have　a　lot　of　them　an　official　

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