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Now　that　Chuck　was　looking　for　the　blue　book　of　Dan；　trying　to　read　the　test　on　his''Ode　to　

a　Rouxinou''；　Dan　became　a　blank　page　and　said；　can　read　this；　asshole？　Fuck　you！　in　huge　

black　letters。　Chuck　espiou　the　blue　book　of　Dan　and　then　looked　at　cimea　and　showed　the　

middle　finger　to　Dan　
NO；　fuck　YOU！；　Said　Dan　and　underlined　twice。　
Before　moving　to　the　next　question；　Dan　releu　some　of　verss''Ode　to　a　Rouxinol''in　its　

evidence。　

Secretly　listen；　and　for　a　long　time　
I　was　fascinated　by　the　way　light　of　Death。　
It　was　the　perfect　beginning　of　a　poem　to　Vanessa。　It　was　his　secret。　And　that　was　true；　Dan　

was　half　in　love　with　death；　the　way　they　made　a　chimney　smoked；　rarely　ate　and　drank　

buckets　of　coffee。　Vanessa　is　the　left。　She　kept　the　alive。　
Dan　picked　up　the　pen　again　and　tried　to　think　of　a　more　poetic　sucista　to　write　the　same　

thing　as　Keats　had　written；　but　different。　But　even　if　working　a　lot；　he　could　not　think　of　

another　way　of　saying　the　same　cosia　that　was　at　least　nice。　Instead；　he　read　the　next　issue　

of　proof。　
We　discussed　in　class　the　various　meanings　of　the　symbolic　creature　similar　to　humans　

Frankster　of　Mary　Shelley。　But　what　Frankster　mean　to　you？　
Dan　looked　at　the　plate　Output　in　bright　red　on　the　door　of　the　gym；　thinking。　He　always　

felt　very　scary　Frankster；　ms　also　very　beautiful　in　some　way。　Frankenstein　did　not　want　to　

hurt　anyone；　but　could　not　avoid　…　was　a　monster。　In　a　way；　was　as　the　love　and　wonderful　

horrible；　terrifying　and　liberating；　creepy　and　sad；　all　at　the　same　time。　
Tremendous　creative　energy；　Dan　pa'gina　turned　the　blank　on　the　back　of　a　sheet　of　blue　book　

and　wrote　to　Vanessa　again　on　top　of　the　page。　Then　wrote　the　first　verse：　You're　my　

Frankenstein。　
Oh；　well。　Want　to　know　how　was　the　second　verse？　

Vanessa　was　sitting　in　the　back　of　the　auditorium　of　Constance　Billard　School　doing　the　same　

proof　of　history　of　Serena。　
We　discussed　in　class　the　various　meanings　of　the　symbolic　creature　similar　to　humans　

Frankster　of　Mary　Shelley。　But　what　Frankster　mean　to　you？　
Dan　looked　at　the　plate　Output　in　bright　red　on　the　door　of　the　gym；　thinking。　He　always　

felt　very　scary　Frankster；　ms　also　very　beautiful　in　some　way。　Frankenstein　did　not　want　to　

hurt　anyone；　but　could　not　avoid　…　was　a　monster。　In　a　way；　was　as　the　love　and　wonderful　

horrible；　terrifying　and　liberating；　creepy　and　sad；　all　at　the　same　time。　
Tremendous　creative　energy；　Dan　pa'gina　turned　the　blank　on　the　back　of　a　sheet　of　blue　book　

and　wrote　to　Vanessa　again　on　top　of　the　page。　Then　wrote　the　first　verse：　You're　my　

Frankenstein。　
Oh；　well。　Want　to　know　how　was　the　second　verse？　
Vanessa　was　sitting　in　the　back　of　the　auditorium　of　Constance　Billard　School　doing　the　same　

proof　of　history　of　Serena。　He　had　finished　the　race　45　minutes　earlier　and　now。　while　

plugged　Members　of　the　class　were　still　around　Serena　workers　as　bees　around　the　queen　just　

because　Serena　had　been　photographed　with　that　tasteless　and　illiterate　musical　singer　of　a　

band　of　the　weekend；　Vanessa　was　tracing　the　route　of　a　movie　about　the　city　that　she　hoped　

to　deliver　University　of　New　York　as　part　of　its　proposal。　Fuck　the　Page　Six。　Would　document　

the　real　life　that　rolava　in　the　city；　the　really　interesting　things　that　happen　right　under　

the　nose　of　people　while　they　are　occupied　by　reading　the　Page　Six。Primeiro；　she　wanted　to　

wake　before　dawn　and　shot　the　fishermen　ing　to　the　port　to　deliver　the　fish　the　FIDH　

Fulton　Market。　The　smell　of　fish　on　sick　leave；　but　one　thing　was　perfect：　it　could　follow　

the　journey　of　a　fish　from　the　boat　to　the　market；　which　would　be　sold　by　type　so；　65　cents　

per　kilo；　and　some　of　the　uptown　restaurant　where　he　would　be　served　encrusted　of　pistachio　

with　red　potatoes　and　wild　mushroom　butter　from　the　dish　for　　29。　An　anorexic　twice　

divorced　from　Park　Avenue　to　ask；　would　give　only　a　few　nibble　and　then　the　rest　of　the　dish　

would　be　thrown　away。
It　was　exactly　the　kind　of　irony　that　Vanessa　loved：　a　bittersweet　irony。　She　was　

pessimistic　and　Dan　was　a　romantic；　and　she　could　not　understand　why　Dan　had　spun　so　

disturbed　with　sex。　For　her；　the　more　Dan　and　the　more　he　hoped　the　oversized　sex；　writing　

poems　about　it　and　losing　sleep　for　concern；　most　were　for　the　disappointment。　But　she　could　

not　find　a　delicate　way　to　do　it　see　it　unless　it　and　tie　up　his　clothes　off。　What　it　is　bad　

idea。　
Vanessa　smiled　to　herself　and　the　thoughts　turned　to　film。　
After　the　fish　market　she　wanted　to　spend　the　day　with　one　of　those　strips　that　ciclicstas　

always　cycling　in　pairs　by　the　Central　Park　and　that　never　seemed　to　connect　all　the　boys　in　

Sheep　Meadow　were　doid？es　and　beer　bebessem　age　without　having　to　do　it。　What　she　wanted　was　

discovered　was　that　they　already　arrested　someone；　or　if　you　were　trying　to　tone　up　the　

muscles　of　the　legs　with　all　those　headed。　Indeed；　the　police　department　that　she　probably　

would　not　film　the　police　on　a　bicycle　without　any　permission；　but　was　not　a　bad　idea　at　

all。　
Finally；　she　wanted　to　go　out　with　a　hot　dog　vendor。　See　his　house；　the　damília　it；　the　dog。　

See　if　he　had　regular　customers。　If　perhaps；　while　expecting　that　people　buy　hot…dogs；　he　

read　a　book　challenging；　type　The　rainbow　of　the　seriousness　of　Thomas　Pynchon；　and　dreamed　

of　leading　men　a　day。　Or　maybe　he　just　fiasse　happy　to　be　a　seller　of　hot　dog　and　eat　hot　

dog　every　day　for　free。　
A　movement　in　front　of　the　room　drew　the　attention　of　Vanessa。　The　lemingues　of　Constance　

were　moving　away　from　the　chair　of　Serena。　
…Thank　you；　girls。　And　thank　you；　Serena　…　shouted　Mr。　Hanson。　…　Ten　more　minutes。　
Vanessa　was　looking　as　Serena　again　seperar　earnestly　the　tips　of　the　hair。　
Serena　and　Dan　should　have　the　movie　star　of　War　and　Peace　Vanessa　last　October。　But　Dan　had　

agifo　like　an　idiot　around　Serena　and　Vanessa　could　not　bear；　so　she　asked　a　girl　who　barely　

knew　how　to　act　the　role　of　protagonist。　In　Serenaentrou　of　Dan；　but　only　for　five　seconds。　

And　before　that　Serena　could　cause　a　lot　of　damage；　Vanessa　attacked　the　head　scraped　the　

rulê　collar　and　black　boots　to　fight　to　restore　his　heart　broken。　
Vanessa　descruzou　legs　and　crossed　again。　The　idea　of　rescuing　a　bad　Dan　did　want　to　love　

sex　with　him　even　more。　She　sighed　impatiently。　Holidays；　she　and　Dan　would　spend　much　time　

together　with　little　supervision　of　adults。　Whether　he　was　ready　or　not；　it　was　only　a　

matter　of　time　before　they　did。　
Tá　seeing？　Despite　the　tough　way　for　Vanessa　and　her　disdain　for　the　whole　human　species；　it　

was　not　just　another　curious　girl　of　17　years。　We　are　all　equal。　
n　can　not　stop　thinking　about　butt　of　b　

Nate　was　in　Jackson　Hole　lunch　with　Anthony　Avuldsen；　Charlie　Dern　and　Jeremy　Scott　

Tornpkinson　in　the　interval　between　the　evidence　of　calculating　and　chemistry。　The　proof　of　

calculation　had　been　quarry　total　and　all　were　reloading　with　burgers；　fries　and　Cocas　to　

pass　by　the　chemical；　which　probably　would　be　much　worse。　Nate　thought　that　the　restaurant　

should　invest　in　some　of　ceiling　fans　to　remove　the　smell　of　fried　onions　that　hangs　in　the　

air。　He　also　thought　about　Jenny　and　Blair　in　that　way　not　very　defined　and　carefree　that　

tended　to　use　most　of　the　things。　
Jennifer　did　not　know　of　since　the　evening　of　Saturday；　which　was　weird；　because　in　general　

she　sent　text　messages；　small　encrypted　by　phone　or　e…mails　fresh　short　in　his　address　to　

the　St。　Jude's　School。　Maybe　she　just　was　busy　studying　for　tests。　
Nate　and　took　away　the　plate　of　the　Nokia　pocket。　Doeria　not　have　anything　for　her　a　text　

message；　just　to　keep　morale　high　during　the　tests。　
Oh；　how　much　consideration。　
Srt　good！；　He　said。　Qnta　trde　you　lv　cmprs　bj　N。　
Jeremu　his　arms　stretched　thin　and　turned　his　head　to　relax　the　neck。　
…Hey；　who　you　're　telling　the　torpedo；　man？　…　He　was　a　little　boy　and　a　half　idiot；　so　

skinny　that　I　could　not　keep　the　pants　at　the　waist；　but　offset　that　with　the　haircut　of　the　

rock　star　of　English　and　a　way　to　talk　about　doid？o。　
Nate　has　the　shoulders。　
…Nothing　that　is　in　your　account。　
Anthony　put　a　bunch　of　ketchup…soaked　fries　in　the　mouth。　He　played　in　almost　all　the　sports　

teams　of　the　St。　Jude's；　then　you　could　eat　chips　all　day　and　still　continue　curvy。　
…Hey；　I　noticed　that　Blair　was　very　hot　on　Saturday　night　…　he　said。　
Nate　assentiu　while　it　had　an　image　of　the　head　butt　mesh　of　Blair　with　the　tight　black　

dress。　Blair　was　just　fine。　
…　Of　course　she　does　not　have　the　teats　of　Jennifer　…　Antonhy　added。　
The　boys　had　stopped　by　Nate　sacanear　dating　a　student　of　eighth　grade　for　some　time；　but　

from　time　to　time　made　a　reference　to　the　enormous　breasts　of　Jenny。　It　was　hard　not　to　make　

way。　
Nate　smiled。　After　the　forehead　wrinkle；　trying　to　remember　how　Jennifer　was　on　Saturday；　

but　just　what　came　to　mind　was　a　jumble　of　brown　curls；　the　neckline　estupenso　and　his　shy　

smile。　
He　took　a　few　drinks　of　Coca；　the　semicerrando　look　beautiful　green　and　thinking　hard。　
What　actually　happened　very　rarely。　
It　was　weird；　but　Nate　never　really　sat　down　and　pared　the　two　girls。　He　loved　to　

Jennifer　…　it　was　less　demanding　than　Blair　and　a　half　that　left　with　their　own　thoughts；　

while　Blair　always　wanted　to　know　in　what　he　was　thinking　or　where　he　went　and　with　whom。　

Jenny　did　not　pressure　the　way　Blair　did；　like　forcing　him　to　apply　for　Yale　so　that　they　

could　live　together　near　the　campus　or　give　him　expensive　gifts　so　that　he　felt　obliged　to　

reciprocate　the　gesture　and　buy　something　for　it；　too。　And　Jenny　had　those　incredible　

breasts；　while　the　Blair　were　only　half　there。　Were　legal；　but　not　spectacular。　
Despite　the　defects　of　Blair；　however；　he　always　felt　that　the　two　actually　knew　…　afianl；　

they　were　reared　together。　And　throughout　the　time　girlfriend；　he　felt　that　was　going　toward　

something。　There　was　a　destination；　as　the　red　pin　that　he　thrust　in　nautical　charts　when　it　

was　in　his　boat　in　the　port　from　somewhere。　The　destination　was　in　part　sexual　…　they　did　

everything；　but　this　was　the　obvious　next　step。　The　life　of　the　two　was　in　the　same　rhythm；　

separately；　but　together；　as　the　floats　of　a　Hobie　Cat　The　two　had　17　years。　The　two　would　

be　formed　in　June。　The　two　went　to　college　next　year。　
He　and　Jennifer　were　in　totally　different　rhythms　and　unfortunately　the　sex　was　not　even　on　

the　horizon。　She　was　14。　Next　year；　and　for　two　years　after　that；　she　would　wear　the　uniform　

and　would　go　to　the　Constance　Billard　every　day；　while　he　was　in　college　doing　God　knows　

what。　Most　people　would　be　disconcerted　by　the　difference　in　age；　but　Nate　thought　it　means　

reassuring。　While　he　was　adrift　in　uncharted　waters　of　the　future；　Jenny　would　be　anchored　

securely　at　home。　He　could　write　to　her；　or　call；　or　e　back　and　see　it　and　nothing　would　

have　changed。　
Charlie　got　the　intact　pickles　with　a　fork　and　put　in　dish　of　Nate　as　a　dead　fish。　
…It　seems　that　you　are　dry。　Think　pdoe　chemical　to　prove？　
nate　looked　at　him　and　shook　the　bag　pl　＇Astico　of　marijuana　in　his　pocket。　Looked　at　the　

clock。　
…How　about　a　quick　fuminho　before　we　go？　
The　other　three　boys　assentiram　anxious。　Nate　smiled　and　stood　up。　I　thought　I　had　solved　

something　in　his　head；　but　was　not　sure　what　it　was。　
…e　on；　he　said。　
maybe　kids　are　like　clothes　

While　the　lessons　of　the　second　and　third　in　the　side　of　the　Constance　Billard　began　the　

tests；　Jenny　was　in　health　class；　discussing　love；　sex；　shampoo　and　the　peculiarities　of　the　

boys；　among　other　things。　
Eleven　girls　sit　in　circles　on　the　floor　behind　a　sunny　window　in　the　cozy　corner　of　a　room　

that　school　classes　designed　especially　for　intimate；　as　the　health　of　the　last　series　of　

elementary　school。　The　floor　was　a　carpet　carmine　fuzzy　green　carpet　instead　of　

institutional　resvestia　the　ground　that　the　rest　of　the　school。　The　walls　were　painted　in　a　

lively　blue…knapwood；　with　the　edges　in　white　flashing。　There　was　a　small　blackboard　without　

frame；　with　very　colorful　chalk；