Aaron is forced to approve。 Blair was not his； and she seemed happy。
… It is … he said。 … Yeah。
Serena has the arm to it； taking it to the runway。
… e on … she screamed …； let's dance！
She smelled like patchouli and sandalwood； barefoot and it was exactly the same height of
Aaron。 Wow； saw Aaron while Serena prying golden arms and agile on the head and gave a
little spin； their hair flying in all directions。 She is really beautiful。
As everyone around the world already had not noticed that。
He could be a little peaked when he arrived； but someone was about to have a very happy
new…year。
not even in new york
Vanessa did not like the idea of kissing a bunch of drunks that did not like much and shout
〃Happy New Year…〃。 It was kind of the nightmare of it。 So instead of going to the festival
of Serena； she got the filming equipment； put lots of clothes and took the subway to Central
Park。 Everyone was cool that would be the party of Serena； then why not see what would make
people who were not antenadas？ Only negative was seven degrees outside and the temperature
was dropping。 I could not get anything more inappropriate than the race's annual midnight in
the park frozen。 It was the perfect oute for the film about New York。
She began shooting as people were preparing for the race at the entrance of the park； near
the dam； the 89 East。 Had started to snow； then it was a challenge to keep the lens clean
and lighting correct； but the park was incredibly pure and beautiful in its thin layer of
newly fallen snow； and all the runners were in full frenzy。 This would be even better than
the head of the doll garbage truck。
… You are every year； or is the first time？ … Vanessa asked a man using only Bermuda
emaciate of denim and basketball shoes without socks。 She has a zoom in your chest magrelo
and haggard； looking for assaduras cold； but what is not scared to see none。
… First time？ … Exclaimed the man； pulling his hair gray sticky in a tail…to…horse and
smiling at her with the tobacco…stained teeth。 … I look blank for you？
Thick。
Vanessa was happy to be his face hidden by the camera。
… All right … she said； retreating。 … Good luck。
She returned to a woman who should have some seventy years of using a mink coat； shoes and
Chanel ears of mink； leading a white standard poodle who also had a coat of mink。
… Hi； and who is this here？ … Vanessa hum； lowering itself to the pet dog。
… We love running in the snow。 … The woman smiled happily； shriveled lips with a thick layer
of orange…pink lipstick。 The white hair was pulled up in a coke and cheeks were coarse Ruge
of orange。 … All my children are grown and my husband is in the casinos of Nice； then Angel
and I came here to have fun。
… I … said Vanessa； but obviously she had not children； nor husband； nor dog。 She smiled at
the woman as conspirasse with her。 … It is exciting； is not it？
The woman was taking something from the bag Hermès Kelly green； and Vanessa has a zoom in
that could see： botinhas red rubber。
… Once he gets balls of snow in feet … she explained； crouch to close the botinhas feet with
Velcro in the poodle。
… And they have much style … Vanessa pleted。
Now she knew what people meant when saying 〃Just even in New York。〃 Only in New York that
you find a woman and her poodle with mink coats of bining in a race at midnight with that
creep of Bermuda。 And now Vanessa had a title for your film： Only even in New York。 It was
brilliant； even though she said it herself。
From boots； Angel trot in a circle； showing them。
… Good boy！ … Vanessa said； following him closely with the camera。
She was so delighted with the subject have not understood that his hero； Ken Mogul； rode
over there and it sat in a seat to observe the park。
Dan sought by Vanessa for hours。 First was to her apartment； which would have been the most
obvious place to find it； but after touching the doorbell some 14 times in the windows and
shout； he finally gave up。 Then he went to the Five and Dime； the bar in Williamsburg where
the band Ruby； the SugarDaddy； played。 Ruby was busy rehearsing with the band； but Dan said
that Vanessa had said something about shooting people crazy in a park at midnight。
That encouraging。 As each city park was not full of crazy people。
Dan first tried in Madison Square Park； where Vanessa had filmed a scene of war and peace。
But except for some people who walk with the dogs and a man who slept on a bench with a
paper bag on his head； the park was quiet。 Then he tried to Washington Square Park； which
was full of hipsters skater and students of the University of New York lighting Bombinhas
illegal。 Finally he returned to center and went to Central Park； wandering aimlessly and
xingando Vanessa for not believe in cell phones。 He circumvented the dam； watching the
flakes of snow that are floating around and clashed； asking where it had gone to the ducks。
Then he saw a crowd gathered near the entrance of the park on 89th And； making his way by
the crowd； talking to people while looking through his video camera； was a pale girl in
black above； a knitted hat and black bat boots to black。
Dan followed by steps of stone that led to the dam and it sat on a bench near the park with
a man about thirty years； short red hair and skin Freckled who wore a face ski jacket with
dark…gray hooded fur。 The man was sitting on the bare hands and seemed to be watching
intensely Vanessa。
… See how she gets behind the people before they show and talk with them？ … Asked the man to
Dan； pointing to Vanessa。 … It is as if she wanted to know what they do not know about
themselves。
Dan seats。 Who the hell was this guy； anyway？
… I love the way she mixes with the background at times； being so quiet； letting people do
what they are doing。 She is beautiful。
Dan turned and faced the subject。 I wanted to give him a punch。
The man raised his hand。
… Hi； I'm Ken Mogul； filmmaker … he said。 … You make movies？
Dan shook his head briefly。
… No … the breath of it floated to the sky in lufadas cold and white。 … I am a poet。
The two saw Vanessa is agachar for the poodle to sniff mink coat from the lens of the
camera。 Dan is bent forward。 She was so lovely behind the camera and so fortable with
what I did that was difficult to believe that use of the material inappropriate way。 Maybe
Jenny was right not to blame Vanessa； he concluded。 Maybe she has not had anything to do
with that link。 Somehow her work had fallen into the wrong hands。
… I published anything？ … Asked Ken Mogul。
… Not yet … Dan smiled to himself。 … But a poem I will leave the New Yorker in the ing
months … he added with pride。
what she wants is not what she has
They were almost 11 of the night when Jenny came to the festival of Serena。 His sympathetic
taxi driver had bee stuck in traffic in Times Square … that everyone knows that is a
place to be avoided in the new Year…crowded with tourists because it is drunk and is a
plete nightmare。 Jenny and was then left on foot。 It felt cool and mature way； alone in
the street at night； on the way to a party where they finally see her boyfriend again； the
love of his life。
When the elevator and out into the loft； Jenny unbutton your coat and handed the girl at the
entrance。 The breasts estupendos inflated in black and gold top with V neck in designing for
the room。
Hi； hi！
Several men at the party immediately recognized the little hair of the link on the Web that
was a hot gossip holidays。 They stopped what they were doing and began to applaud。
… Hey； e here and show me your thong！ … Screamed a drunk man was wearing a hat that any
black out of fashion。
… Want to get in my coat？ … Shouted another。
Jenny froze in the doorway； holding onto the bag； feeling much as Clara in the nutcracker
when surrounded by the gang of evil mice。 his eyes searched the room looking desperately for
Nate。
Where； oh； where the prince nutcracker her？
Across the room； near the bar； a boy with wavy hair and a golden girl of long brown hair
that fell in the back talking with his face so close that they could be well be kissing。
They looked just like Jenny always wanted to be seen； as if they forget that at a party full
of people； too distracted by love。
The boys were still cheering for Jenny and uivando of hair when the boy and girl of golden
brown hair turned up to look。
Hi； hi again！
And in that moment； Jenny thought。
Nate was never in love with her； because he never stopped loving Blair。 And because he had
lied and pretended to love her； he was not even a good boyfriend； as Vanessa and Dan said。
Nate was not the nutcracker prince。 Just another rotten mouse。
… Nate … arfou Jenny； the voice stuck in my throat。 She cambaleou to the bar where they were
and Nate Blair； took off the turquoise pendant neck and shot him with the greatest force
that could。
… Jennifer； sorry 。。。 … Nate began to falter； but his eyes seemed not regret anything and
Jenny was not interested。 Blair to face； but it also does not disturbed。
… Fuck you … it sussurou as hot tears began to roll for his face。 Then she turned to look
for the bathroom； where it could play a man in cold water and leave the party with some
dignity。
Nate was lowered and put the turquoise pendant in my pocket。 Looked tired and clumsy。 Blair
put another cigarette between the lips and risk a match； trying to light it。 Continued
trying without any luck and finally dropped the match with a sigh mad。
Nate opened the Zippo and extended it to her； but the Blair ignored。
… What is the problem？ … Asked him； although the absolute certainty of the response。
Blair narrowed eyes at him； lit a cigarette still hanging in the mouth。 He was not the
protagonist。 He already was。 And there were so many promising stars … that you needed him？
… You are another reason why I was anxious to enter the college。
… I just want to light up your cigar … Nate replied without much conviction。
… OK … Nate Blair lit a cigarette and inhale