… OK … Nate Blair lit a cigarette and inhale deeply。 After a torrent of smoke blew in his
face。 … Now you can fuck。
Nate wrinkle the forehead and closed his Zippo； extinguishing the flame。 Blair always
exaggerated。 Near them； people began to sing； 〃Ten！ Nine！ Eight！ 〃
… Blair？ … Nate took a step forward。 All you had to do was kiss it and make up； and
everything back to normal again。 Like old times。
But Blair broke； dropping the cigarette feet of Nate； the tail…of…brown horse while swinging
between omoplatas went to the sliding glass door that led to the deck。 It was nearly
midnight and I had something better to do than kiss another Mané。
s win a serenade
Serena had danced so much that he felt like he had run a marathon。 The mouth was dry； doíam
legs and arms pendiam loose side。 Someone had cuspido drink in your hair； but she was not
called。 He had a cute butt is swinging pretty close to it； and used a butt…olive green
trousers and belonged to a cute skytech of short and dark。
… Seven！ Six！ Five！
Aaron took the hand of Serena。
… e on out！ … He shouted； pulling it to the room for the glass doors。
… Serena！ … Shouted a voice； holding them in the middle of the road。
Serena turned the blue eyes arregalados of disbelief。 Flow was； leaving the elevator； using
a caramel suede jacket and holding of the case of the guitar。 There were circles around
their eyes and curly black hair was a little flat on the side because of the long journey by
plane from Los Angeles； but he was still beautiful。 The girls at the party stopped and
approached； and so did most of the boys。
… Hi … Serena gave him a quick smile。
Flow Serena breathed like a breath of fresh air。 With the top； the short shorts and bare
feet； she seemed a goddess of your dreams more crazy。 He kneels and opened the case of the
guitar。
… I wrote a song for you when you were ing this way。
Serena dropped the hand of Aaron and his arms crossed。 I did not want to be rough； but how
far would Flow before giving up and go home？
Beside her； Aaron put your hands in your pockets。 He did not care to hear what was playing
Flow。 Nor anyone else in the room。
… I called for My Kandy Girl … Flow muttered short。 He spent the guitar by shoulder； played
some chords and then closed his eyes and began to sing while。
You stole my heart； now I paid the fine
You robbed me； left me crazy and dry
My love is like chocolate； melts in your hand
If you prove it； you understand
Eww。 But remember； he had one man。
Was probably the worst song he had posed； but the guests of the party still enxameavam
around Flow； hypnotized by the music and the beauty of it。 All the girls that he expected
the notice is improvised a song for them there； and all the guys thought that； if they left
with Flow； it would certainly be okay tonight。
Serena was tempted to throw a dollar in the guitar case of Flow； but it probably already had
hurt … did not have to insult him still on top。
… e on … she whispered to Aaron； returning to the crowd and getting his hand。 … e on
out。
Blair was not surprised when Chuck Bass found a stop on deck； eating olives furiously；
smoking； swallowed Veuve Clicquot and freezing your butt。 Lacked little to midnight and；
knowing Chuck； he looked for someone to make him a blowjob while fireworks shot。
… Happy New Year…； Blair … he went straight to her and gave her a kiss on the lips。 He was
like olives； but he seemed not to mind。
Blair moved away and spat on the floor。
… It better be。
Chuck put his arm around her and slide your hand slowly in the back of Blair until the ass。
… You know what is the best way to enter the year…again？
She moved away and pointed to the glass doors Kati and Isabel； near a table； hold hands and
doing the countdown。
… Those two have always been totally in love with you … Blair said； trying to keep a serious
face。 … If you want to 〃enter the year…new〃 with someone； why not ask them？
Chuck laughed at her。
… Really？
She seats。
… Go ahead； I 。。。 … But before he could finish the sentence； Chuck had dipped into and
picked up the two girls a hug。
… Four！ Three！ Two！
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At 11：45； the runners had started the slow track at the park。 Vanessa ran beside them with a
video camera； trying to capture the mixture of determination； pain and elation on the face
of them。 They were outdoors； and was running a cold to freeze！ It was the end of a year and
the beginning of another … perhaps the beginning of a new era！
Although they ran so slowly that she could follow them easily； Vanessa had left the bag in
the snow on the camera back and fight for his boots were giving him blisters； so she decided
to return to the line of departure； imagining that the pegaria on arrival 。
Dan and Ken Mogul were still waiting for her in the bank。
… I indicated for some things … said Ken。 … But never won anything。 Perhaps working with
Vanessa change that。 … He was monologando since Dan sit beside him。
Dan does not matter。 His bloc was open on the lap and he looked fixedly to the halo of light
in the snow produced by a pole； looking for the exact words to describe how the flakes of
snow passed by the light； so slowly it did not appear to be falling； but floating。
Vanessa suddenly appeared in the halo of light； the red cheeks to run and the huge brown
eyes shining。 She smiled with the vision of Dan ridiculous and an older man with a sparse
ski seated together at a bank； with a centimeter of fresh snow on the shoulders。 The brown
eyes and moving of Dan looked at her from under the white hat。 He did not seem angry。 My
God； she was happy to see him。
… How long is sitting there？
The guy in partnership with ski arose。
… Enough to see that you definitely is the next great sense of humor。
Vanessa laughed again。 This guy was serious？
He approached and handed him a card。 Ken Mogul； filmmaker； was saying。
… I am going to Brazil to shoot each child prostitutes in Rio … Ken explained。 … But I hope
you call me so that we can do something。 I really could use you。
Vanessa went to the bag and kept the camera。 Always admired the work of Ken Mogul； but was
not sure if I wanted to be 〃used〃 by any director； regardless of their fame。 She wanted to
make movies alone。
… Will you call me？ … Ken insisted。
… Excuse me … she heard Dan say little behind them。
Ken turned。
… This guy was waiting to talk to you almost as long as I do。 Who are you anyway； man？
Dan stood up； leaving the block fall into the snow。 He went to Vanessa； caught it and moved
his arms around her。
… Her boyfriend … he said the Mogul by Ken on the shoulder。 And then he kissed with the
maximum intensity that could； afraid that； if not humble enough； it does not take seriously。
He was her boyfriend； for God's sake！ And he was angry with her； proud of her and proud of
himself for kisses it and end this breach； once and for all。
Vanessa kissed with the same intensity。 What if fodesse Ken Mogul； the filmmaker。 The movie
he was doing was much nicer than any film that he had done。 Moreover； she did not want to
talk about career now； anyway。 I was too busy kissing Dan； her boyfriend。
As they kiss； the fires began lighting the sky。 It was kind of a cliche that could ruin a
movie or a poem； but was much better than a movie and much better than a poem。 It was the
reality。
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At the last note of music； Flow opened his eyes and saw that Serena was gone。 The clock beat
the midnight and everyone started to hug； kiss and to shoot for the top hats of the role of
the party； ignoring it entirely； which was the first time this happened in his life。
Some people threw notes of one hundred dollars in case of his guitar just for sacaneá it。 He
took the floor and played on the guitar before saving and closing the case with a thud。
Then； half…back has to get the lift as soon as the doors were closing； the case holding the
doors until they open again。
A little girl of chest hair with a remarkably large wall was supported in the back of the
elevator。
… Hi … Flow was shy of his famous smile as entered。
The girl said nothing。 It seemed that he had been crying。
… Vai to the center？ … Flow asked。 … My car is waiting outside。 Can I buy you a drink or
something。
Jenny took no eyes to the ground。 Flow； Nate； were all equal。 Just because he was famous and
delicious not to say that she should talk to him； is not it？
No； certainly not。
The elevator's doors were opened。
… I … she replied。
She became the revolving doors of the building and came to the sidewalk to call a taxi。
Year…new era in New York and the entire city was a party only； but Jenny was going home； and
follow the advice of his father at least once in life； snuggle in bed with a good book。
Once Serena and Aaron were out； the fireworks exploded in the sky around them。 I was
freezing and had only a few people on deck。 All others were in the loft； pouring champagne
on the head of the gang and the rebolando ass while the DJ sent the music even louder than
before。
While watching the psychedelic landscape； Serena took that feeling again … loved the feeling
that … when was not sure what would happen； but I knew it would be a good thing。 Perhaps the
best so far。
… Look … she pointed to as the blue sparks massive fireworks started a buzz in the sky and
then exploded in minifogos on the East River。
Aaron lit a cigarette natural。 I was just a T…shirt； but felt cold。
… Previously I did not like the fireworks … he said； blowing the smoke in the air。 … I
thought they were noisy； bad for the environment and a waste of money。
… But like now； right？ … Serena asked； turning up to look at it。 She borrowed a jacket
pegara sheep…of someone in a wheelchair； but her feet were still barefoot； and she and Aaron
were even the same time。
Aaron seats。
… I love it。
… I … Serena whispered。 Whole body shake and she was not sure if it was the cold or because
they were about to kiss。
Aaron took her hand