spraying a colony Dolce & Gabana she knew that the ass smelled musty and blue cheese。
… What do you think？ … She asked； placing the hand of Nate under the nose of Jenny。
Jenny started to sneeze。
… Health … said Serena。
Jenny espirrava without stopping。 I could not bear it。
Nate estremeceu。
… It means strong。
… Really？ And this here； then？ … Blair got his left hand and spraying Eau d'Orange Verte
from Hermes。 It was a classic aroma and pure that she loved and sometimes she wore； although
males。
Nate smell the hand and was immediately taken by nostalgia； thinking when he was lying in
bed for Blair； kissing his bare belly and making it laugh。
… Legal； he said； with other fungi。
The nose was dripping from Jenny。 She dried in the glove。 Serena took the left hand of Nate
and placed under the very nose。
… Oh； is so totally you； Nate … she smiled with sincerity for Jenny。 … You should buy one
for him for Christmas。 It is sensational。
Jenny cleared the nose again。 I had more money and； moreover； had already bought a gift much
better for Nate。 She looked at him； hoping that he said the same thing and then they could
go； but Nate was only
standing there； looking at Blair； with his hands stretched like a doll。
The question is again in the heart of esgueirou Jenny。
How Nate could be so beautiful when he was alone with her； but when he was with other people
was so 。。。 Stupid？
Blair wrinkle your nose。
… I know not … she muttered。 … I think perhaps agent must give something more personal。
… Like what？ … Serena asked； entering the game。
… I just buy one for Nate samba…song with the legal stamp of a sailboat … Jenny suggested
full of hope。 … They have other different。 You should go see。
Nate smiled timidly。
… Yeah。 It is very nice。
Blair grabbed the bottle of green Hermes sample of the colony； ready to toss it on the head
of Jenny。 Samba…song？ That bitch。
Serena saw that brincadeirinha Blair seemed to be ing back to it。
… e on； Blair … she cutucou slightly from the elbow Blair。 e…up。 It has a bikini that
I want to try。 You can tell me what you think。
Blair put the bottle of perfume in the back counter。
… Okay … she replied coldly。
… e to St。 Barts tomorrow。 … Serena planted a kiss in front of Nate。 Then lowered and
kissed Jenny。
… But the people you see in the Year…new； all right？
Nate Blair noted rummage in the ruby ring on his finger。 He took a step forward； put your
hand on the jacket sleeve and kissed her on the face。
… Merry Christmas； Blair。
The best actresses always remain posed in the face of insults。
… Merry Christmas … she replied； keeping the chin lifted the maximum that was physically
possible without falling back。 Then； with the highest form that could pose； she turned to
lift the back of the shop； pulling Serena behind you。
Nate from the saw； admiring how the long dark hair fell to Blair in the back of the jacket
Cashmere blue sky。 He built the left hand and he breathed fresh and pure perfume that
reminded Blair of bare skin。 After
turned to Jenny。 The pompoms in her hair。 The partnership avantajada black。 Hands little
girl。 The shy smile。 Blair was a relief to have gone； he stopped to pare the two。 Because
the real truth was that there was no parison。
A bottle of perfume as a dancer was on the desk of glass behind them。
… Hey … Nate said changing the subject。 … I saw the nutcracker？ … Jenny studying art； then
probably knew all of ballet。
Jenny shook her head； trying to smile。 He had gone to the Lincoln Center with the class of
architecture and design； but it was the closest that came to see a ballet of truth。
… No； not yet。
That was not good。 Definitely not good。
Nate Blair had brought to see the nutcracker in the last three Christmas and； although he
knew that was very stupid； I would like。 It was kind of a trip： the first scene； during a
Christmas party； the tree on stage was just a tree
normal…sized。 And then； after the little girl begins to sleep and dream； the tree leaves the
ground； turning into a tree pumped steroids … was even greater than the Rockefeller Center
tree。 And after all the toys e to life and begin to fight。 It was sensational。
Nate pulled the phone from the pocket。
… Have a dinner with his father tomorrow night； right？
Jenny seats。
… So let's see if they have tickets for the matinee。
Jenny is supported at the counter of perfumes； dominated by those of flu symptoms again。
Nate would take her to the ballet！ How could she not love Nate？
d try to write about sex in a new way
Once the evidence came on Thursday； Dan went to the Sino…Cuban favorite coffee shop on
Broadway and asked for a coffee with milk and rolinho spring。 Then got a new block black and
a black ballpoint pen。 The all week he was trying to write something decent way to keep the
proposal for the university； but everything I wrote was a plete waste。 He never had
trouble writing
before … in general； the words simply fluíam him。 Obviously he was distracted by the
evidence； but that was not a justification。 He was blocking writer。
Dan bebeu um gole； pingando gotas de café leite em toda a primeira página em branco do
bloco。 In a way； have linked the blocking of the major writer。 Tolstoy had。 Hemingway had。
He was not sure whether your favorite French existentialist had； but concluded that everyone
should probably go through it one time or another。 That does not make things less painful；
however。 Indeed； it was excruciating。
Poor thing； that tormented soul。
Dan knew； only to look at the old black block； the last time that he had written anything of
value was before Thanksgiving； before he and Vanessa kiss is the first time and realize they
were in love。
He turned rolinho the spring in a thick sauce of plum and has a bite。 Besides the death；
love was his favorite subject； but now I was loving the words he used to write about it
seemed superficial and rough。 If he could at least find a new angle to approach the topic of
love。 Plunged in the spring rolinho sauce and took another bite。 The hot fat rolinho of
trickled down through the wrist。 Esbarrou a waitress at the hip with his elbow and he
dropped what was left of the cup rolinho； coffee with milk spreading everywhere。
Most people are annoying； but for Dan was a
moment of illumination。
Sex！； He thought。 The sex was the final physical expression of love； and it was so； although
it was never done； he wanted to happen at the right time； when the only way to tell what was
really meant to make love。
Dan took the pen cap。 He read much critical theory to know that some of the biggest clichés
to write about sex was to use images of flowers desabrochando； the sunrise and fireworks。 He
also knew it was possible to do something that did not appear sexual。 But he wanted to write
about the sex of new and unexpected ways。
He looked at the half eaten rolinho spring； brown coffee； thinking。
Any normal kid would have to think about sex immediately thought of taking the clothes of
the girl。 However； Dan was not a normal boy。 Instead of thinking about taking the clothes of
Vanessa； he thought in words old； unless they were used in a sensual。 And to do that you
have to stop thinking about words and start thinking about something or； even better；
someone。 Preferably someone without clothes。
But Dan was arrested for words。 The more agonizava on what words to use； was more convinced
that it could not write about sex because they had not yet done。 And if he did not write
about sex； would not get to write about love。 And if you can not write about love； write
more n？a would achieve nothing。
Is that sex was the cure for writer's block？
v discovers the Victoria 's Secret
On Thursday after school； Vanessa walked by Broadway；
in Soho； filming a transvestite dressed in a overalls
PVC boots and black PVC platform to jump 15； walking
with a tiny chihuahua usually cooped up in a black
orange fuzzy when he was stopped in front of Victoria's
Secret by a woman who distributes promotional leaflets
。