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environment　and　taciturn　lately。　In　the　scale　of　half　brother　
he　could　have　been　much　worse。　Blair　smiled　and　said　with　herself；　my　new　half…brother；　

Aaron；　you'll　probably　save　the　world。　Ready。　They　were　just　the　coolest　things　I　would　say　

about　someone。　
The　next　question　was：　Imaginez　qu'un　djinn　appears　sur　votre　épaule　pour　vous　dire　qu'il　

vous　a　accordera　seul　want。　Quel　serait　votre　want？　
Blair　batucou　the　number　two　pencils　on　the　table　of　wood。　What　would　she　ask？　She　wanted　to　

get　into　Yale；　is　obvious。　And　wanted　her　mother　and　Cyrus　were　on　honeymoon　forever　for　it　

to　not　have　to　live　with　them　or　see　them　if　passionate　kissing　in　public　all　the　time。　She　

wanted　Nate　is　changed　to　the　Antarctic　to　never　have　to　touch　him　or　that　his　girlfriend。　

She　also　wanted　a　pair　of　very　leather　boots　with　caramel　jump　10　mosey；　only　had　not　yet　

found　the　right　pair。　And　a　sheep…jacket。　And　one　of　fox　fur　hat　with　ears　coverage。　
She　does　not　really　care　who　the　father　was　gay；　but　he　wanted　to　find　a　boyfriend　to　live　

in　New　York　rather　than　in　France；　so　that　he　could　take　her　to　shop　more　often。　And　Serena　

wanted　to　be　the　class　of　advanced　French　to　close　that　they　feel　during　the　race　tickets　

and　go　crazy　on　all　the　stories　that　newspapers　today　count　on　Serena　and　Flow。　It　also　

means　that　he　wanted　her　and　Nate　had　followed　in　front　and　back　when　they　were　together　so　

it　was　not　more　virgin。　And　it　means　that　I　have　not　been　agreed　to　so　late　on　Saturday　with　

Miles；　Flow　and　Serena；　because　it　was　still　half　of　hangover。　Moreover；　Miles　had　called　

her　twice　yesterday　and　left　messages　on　the　answering　machine；　although　she　had　given　to　

him　specifically　a　false　number　to　never　hear　about　it。　Until　now　was　thinking　about　

resuming　the　links。　
Saturday　night　was　fun；　but　the　last　thing　they　needed　now　was　a　new　boyfriend。
Mr。　Beckham　gave　a　noisy　hawk；　Blair　raised　his　eyes　and　sees　the　evidence。　He　had　yellow　

hair。　No　yellow　of　blond；　but　yellow　mucus　as　a　serious　patient。　The　eyes　of　both　were　found　

and　Mr。　Beckham　did　something　strange：　it　was　red。　
Excusez…moi？　
Blair　distracted　eyes；　scared。　Balan？aram　his　feet　nervously　as　she　looked　the　question。　

Vous　avez　une　desire。　What　desirez　vous？　
She　wanted　very　professorzinho　film　that　she　hated　the　thought　of　not　the　impression　that　it　

was　in　order。　I　wanted　to　be　on　the　beach　right　now；　instead　of　freezing　your　butt　in　a　

classroom　barely　heated。　I　have　taken　the　breakfast　because　it　was　dead　from　hunger。　I'd　

like　a　lot　of　things；　but　could　only　answer　one。　
Blair　said　he　wanted　to　go　to　Yale；　but　seemed　totally　redundant　for　a　trainee　secondary　say　

that　I　go　to　a　university；　but　it　was　better　than　reveal　some　juicy　personal　details　to　

Madame　Rogers；　anyway。　So　she　designed　a　high…heeled　botinha　margin　in　terms　of　evidence　and　

looked　for　Mr。　Beckham　again。　He　was　still　looking　for　her；　his　face　a　shade　of　thick　

reddish…purple。　What　he　was　doing？　Up　to　the　murder　of　her　or　wonder　how　Blair　would　be　of　

panties？　She　turned　eyes；　disgusted。　
He　looked　at　the　clock　Cartier　platinum。　Another　hell　of　an　hour　ahead。　Next　question。　

Two　floors　below　Blair；　in　the　auditorium　of　the　Constance　Billard　School；　Serena　was　

ralando　with　proof　of　American　history。　
No。　Serena　was　not　exactly　the　type　that　ralava。　
She　had　already　counted　the　number　of　tips　on　his　tail…of…horse　…　nine　…　and　had　answered　

the　question　about　the　English　involvement　in　the　Second　World　War　with　a　very　short　essay　

about　how　during　the　war　there　were　shortages　of　everything　and　the　British　had　to　open　hand　

of　nylon　socks　because　there　was　not　available。　Instead；　these　courageous　women；　aware　of　

the　fashion　industry　and　painting　lines　on　the　back　of　the　leg　to　give　the　impression　that　

they　were　wearing　stockings。　
Serena　sighed。　Then　a　girl　probably　spent　a　night　with　a　guy　and　not　have　your　picture　

filling　all　the　gossip　pages　of　the　next　day。　Photos　of　Serena　and　Flow　in　Gorgona　appeared　

on　the　Post；　in　Entertainment　Weekly；　the　People；　the　Women's　Wear　Daily　and　on　countless　

Web　pages；　all　calling　both　〃the　new　couple　'it'''。　
That　was　ridiculous。　She　gave　a　kiss…off　in　Flow　amanhecia　on　the　sidewalk　when　the　bar　of　

the　Tribeca　Star　Hotel　on　Sunday；　and　he　went　out　to　catch　a　private　plane　to　Baja；　where　

they　would　redo　some　of　the　scenes　clip　for　the　new　music　from　45；　
Life　of　Krim；　before　leaving　for　Christmas。　He　was　incredibly　sweet　and　the　two　had　a　great　

night；　but　they　definitely　were　not　a　couple。　A　couple　meant　that　the　two　see　every　day。　

Meant　that　they　were　in　love。　
And　while　she　and　Flow　could　have　been　half　in　lust；　they　definitely　were　not　lovers；　

despite　the　fact　he　has　sent　flowers　to　her。　
Three　dozen　black　tulips　difficult…to…find；　to　be　exact。　
Serena　was　accustomed　to　winning　in　these　guys；　so　the　flowers　do　not　have；　since　Flow　not　

begin　to　send　him　things　every　day。　Sometimes　a　guy　could　exaggerate　a　little。　Consider　Dan　

Humphrey；　for　example。　He　followed　Serena　as　a　puppy　when　she　returned　to　school　in　the　

fall；　and　even　wrote　poems　that　were　so　serious　and　sick　of　love　that　came　to　scare。　Serena　

like　that　of　Dan；　but　he　was　way　too　intense。　Lucky　for　her；　he　fell　in　love　with　Vanessa；　

who　was　also　intense；　and　they　formed　a　great　couple。　But　Serena　was　not　interested　in　

bining　with　anyone。　She　emphasized　the　independence；　their　ability　to　follow　the　whims　

and　do　what　it　liked。　She　made　a　clean　impulsive　…　form　a　casalzinho　only　restrict　his　

style。　
Serena　started　the　next　question：　When　the　U。S。　armed　forces　entered　the　Second　World　War　

and　why？　
A　more　pertinent　question　would　be：　Where　is　she　would　use　this　knowledge？　The　answer　was　

totally　obvious：　never！　
Who　to　call　what　happened　in　the　past　when　the　future　was　in　front　of　you；　with　surprises　

and　sensational　loucuras　inenarráveis　hiding　behind　every　curve？　
Someone　gave　her　a　pat　on　the　shoulder　and　looked　at　Serena。　Mr。　Hanson　was　the　teacher　of　

Latin　and　inspector　of　the　evidence　of　history。　He　was　tall；　thin　and　had　a　mustache　who　was　

always　exactly　the　same　size　so　that　all　the　girls　of　Constance　were　convinced　that　it　was　

false。　
…　What？　…　Serena　said；　functioning。　She　knew　that　was　divagando；　but　could　not　be　in　trouble　

for　it　is　written　evidence　could？　…　I　did　something　wrong？　
Then　she　realized　that　Mr。　Hanson　had　a　smile　beneath　the　mustache。　
He　put　a　copy　of　the　Post　in　her　hands。　I　turned　on　page　six；　the　gossip　page　of　the　

celebrities；　where　there　was　a　huge　picture　of　Serena　and　Flow　entering　a　taxi　after　leaving　

Gorgona　on　Saturday　night。　
…　Sorry　to　interrupt；　but　I　realized　that　you　were　finishing　the　race　and　I　was　wondering　if　

it　would　be　possible　to　ask　for　autograph　Flow　this　…　he　whispered。　…　I　am　a　big　fan　of　him。　

It　would　be　great　if　you　autograph。　
Serena　blinked。　First；　she　did　not　even　know　that　Mr。　Hanson　was　cool　enough　to　know　who　was　

Flow。　Second；　she　did　not　intend　to　ask　nothing　to　Flow。　And　third　…　If　ligaaaa！　She　was　

nowhere　near　finishing　the　race！　
…　The　Flow　is　in　Baja　…　she　whispered　back。　…　OK　if　I　only　autograph？　…　She　gave　a　look　at　

the　room；　embarrassed。　Most　of　the　other　girls　had　stopped　writing　and　was　looking　for　her　

and　for　Mr。　Hanson　or　talking。　
…　I　knew　that　Serena　and　Flow　are　engaged　…　Nicki　Burton　said　the　friend　Alicia　Edwards。　…　

They　will　be　married　on　the　eve　of　New　Year…in　Vegas。　In　the　Bellagio。　
…　The　Post　said　they　met　in　the　Black…and…White　on　Saturday　…　Isabel　Coates　said　the　Kati　

Farkas。　…　But　it　is　not　quite　true。　
…　They　met　in　the　recovery　last　year；　right？　…　Kati　said。　…　Flow　was　recovering；　so　kind；　a　

dozen　times。　But　it　also。　
Serena　signed　his　name　and　returned　the　paper　to　Mr。　Hanson；　hoping　that　he　would　not　give　

him　a　bad　note　in　Latin；　now　that　she　does　not　pegara　autograph　of　the　Flow。　
…　Thanks　…　he　whispered；　looking　to　sign　it。　He　smiled　all　excited。　…　I　am　sure　it　will　

worth　a　fortune　one　day！　
…　Sure　…　Serena　said；　being　lenient　with　him。　The　buzz　in　the　room　was　getting　louder。　
…　Very　good；　girls。　Back　to　work　…　roughly　shouted　Mr。　Hanson　returned　to　his　desk　while　in　

front　of　the　room。　
Serena　looked　at　the　evidence　again。　When　the　American　forces　entered　the　Second　World　War　

and　why？　
But　before　he　could　begin　to　respond；　came　a　swarm　of　dozens　of　members　of　the　class；　all　

holding　copies　of　the　Post　for　her　autograph。　Mr。　Hanson　could　not　tell　them　to　stop　when　he　

was　himself　who　started　everything。　
…　Very　well　…　he　said；　ignoring　the　pleading　eyes　of　Serena。　…　I　will　give　the　five　minutes　

all　the　more　in　our　evidence。　Five　minutes；　then　I　want　to　return　to　their　portfolios。　
…　First　I！　…　Rain　Hoffstetter　shouted；　extending　his　copy　of　the　Post　for　Serena。　
…　No；　me！　…　It　was　the　turn　of　Laura　Salmon　shouting；　pushing　Rain　to　the　side。　
Serena　laughed　to　herself　in　amazement。　When　he　returned　to　school　two　months　before；　was　

considered　a　leper。　And　now　everyone　wanted　his　autograph。　
She　hesitated；　the　pen　placed　on　top　of　the　photo　copy　of　Laura。　Then　she　wrote　in　her　

typical　letter　full　of　turns：　For　you　who　love　me；　Serena。　
sex；　love　and　Frankenstein　

Proof　of　English　learners　in　the　Riverside　Prep　was　notoriously　long　and　difficult；　but　Dan　

was　not　worried。　I　had　read　of　Frankenstein　Mary　Shelley　twice　and　save　the　majority　of　

Keats's　poems　in　his　memory　anthological。　Moreover；　sleeping　until　he　could　write　a　test　of　

English　for　a　decent　A。　
After　building　a　Rouxinol''Ode''as　pletely　as　could；　he　turned　the　blue　book　of　evidence　

and　started　writing　a　new　poem　that　was　espetava　that　turn　into　something　that　could　send　

the　proposal　to　the　university。　Dan　in　general　never　wrote　anything　that　was　not　full　of　

poems　of　love　angútia。　This　is　called''For　Vanessa　'Paper　Cuts　
Lemons　thrown　
Salt　water　in　my　eyes　


He　was　experiencing　a　new　form　of　free　verse　and　was　not　sure　were　some　great　lines。　

His　face　
A　voice　
You　softens　my　edges　
And　my　engine　lubricates　
Lubricates　my　engine？　No；　that　seemed　too　much　sex　and　he　did　not　want　to　give　Vanessa　no　

idea　where　to　generally　show　the　poem　to　her。　What　he　meant　was　that　she　inspired。　Dan　

looked　at　the　words　and　tried　to　think　of　a　better　way　to　say　it。　Then　he　pulled　the　sheet　

of　paper　from　a　notebook　and　amassou　ball。　Why　could　not　write　anything　good？　
Dan　felt　that　the　observed　someone　and　looked　to　the　left；　where　Chuck　Bass；　one　of　the　

biggest　assholes　of　his　class；　was　sitting。　In　the　fifth　series；　Chuck　was　one　of　the　lowest　

in　the　boys　class。　Wore　glasses　with　rims　of　horn　and　brown　suits　of　velvet　and　it　had　

seemed　to　go　to　the　bathroom　all　the　time。　He　and　Dan　have　done　together　in　fifth　grade　

English　teacher　and　the　two　asked　in　class；　to　write　a　poem　about　a　part　of　the　body。　Chuck　

had　a　dreadful　creative　writing　and　passed　a　note　to　Dan　Dan　begging　to　write　a　poem　for　

him。　Writing　was　easy　for　Dan；　he　said　the　first　thing　that　came　to　mind；　a　poem　on　his　

hands　and　all　that　they　did　it　for　a　day。　He　gave　the　poem　to　Chuck；　so　he　copy；　and　then　

prepared　another　poem　about　his　own　mouth　that　had　n？ao　nor　the　quality　of　the　first　half。　

Chuck　took　the　poem　A　＋　with　the　hands　and　received　a　note　from　the　teacher　saying；　See　Q　ue　

can　do　when　focused？　While　Dan　achieved　a　B　in　the　poem　of　the　mouth　and　a　note　that　said　

the　teacher；　I　know　you　can　do　better。　
In　the　beginning；　Dan　does　not　matter。　At　least　he　had　helped　a　boy　who　seemed　really　need　

help。　But　a　year　later　Chuck　was　45　centimeters　high；　began　to　shave　and　use　the　ring　pink　

monogram　and　navy　blue　scarf；　and　has　bee　a　real　jerk；　especially　when　it　came　to　girls。　

He　was　trying　to　hurt　the　sister　of　Dan；　Jenny；　in　a　bathroom　at　a　party　booked　in　the　month　

passado。Dan　left　very　clear　that　Chuck　mortally　hated；　but　this　did　not　matter。　From　time　to　

time　he　also　asked　to　Dan　to　help　you　in　English；　and　Dan　would　say　it　a''fuck　you''again。　
Now　that　Chuck　was　looking　for　the　blue　book　of　Dan；