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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 wa