gossip girl 3 英文-第5部分

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still　in　the　body；　but　he　felt　very　naked。　…　I　mean；　not　now。　
Vanessa　extended　the　hand　and　arm　afagou　happily。　
…I　was　nervous　the　first　time　too。　Not　so　much　…　she　said；　reassuring。　I　promise。　
Dan　swallowed　in　dry　and　looked　at　the　ceiling。　It　was　looking　upon　a　crack　in　the　plaster　

above　his　head。　
…I　just　wanted　to　wait　until　it　is　more　。。。　organic。　
…All　right；　said　Vanessa　slowly。　But　it　is　sex…only；　save　as　is。　Not　a　poem。　
Obviously　she　did　not　mean　it。　For　Dan　was　even　a　poem。　Probably　the　most　important　poem　he　

ever　wrote。　
He　put　the　shirt。　
…I　just　think　better　to　wait；　it's　just　that。　
…Okay　…　Vanessa　said；　the　point　of　losing　patience。　
Dan　was　always　considering　other　things；　writing　about　them　in　his　black　hood　of　bloquinho　

until　there　was　nothing　else　to　write。　She　loved　the　way　his　sensitive　and　romantic；　but　at　

least　once　in　life　he　could　be　nice　and　stop　thinking　so　much　on　things　and　just　follow　the　

damn　current。　Still；　Vanessa　was　the　end　of　it　since　the　day　they　met　and　made　friends；　

three　years　before。　She　would　not　ruin　things；　now　they　were　finally　together。　
Dan　lit　another　cigarette。　Hands　tremiam　him　as　ever。　
Vanessa　the　cutucou　again。　
…Hey；　there　is　not　so　worried。　For　me；　all　right　that　has　not　rolled。　Okay？　
He　seats。　Vanessa　took　his　hand　and　put　the　arm　of　Dan　around　his　shoulders。　They　returned　

to　lie　in　bed　and　Dan　blew　the　smoke　into　the　role　of　Chinese　red　lantern　while　gently　

afagava　the　bald　head　of　Vanessa　with　the　thumb。　I　was　fortunate　to　not　have　to　explain　

both。　It　was　what　was　cool　in　dating　the　best　friend。　She　knew　him　almost　better　than　he　

knew　himself。　
The　two　were　lying　there　for　some　time；　watching　the　smoke　of　cigarette　Dan　float　in　the　

air。　That　was　another　thing　to　be　legal　with　the　best　friend。　Not　when　you　have　to　talk。　

…Once　you　start　the　holidays；　I　run　one　more　film。　Vanesa…broke　the　silence。　…　I　think　that　

my　War　and　peace　may　be　too　dark　to　send　to　the　University　of　New　York。　
The　latest　film　by　Vanessa　was　adapted　from　a　scene　of　war　and　peace；　Tolstoy；　and　brought　

as　a　princepe　Dan　Andrei　addicted　to　crack。　Vanessa　had　applied　to　the　University　of　New　

York　and　wanted　to　send　one　of　his　movies　instead　of　writing　an　essay；　because　it　wanted　to　

form　in　cinema。　She　could　barely　wait。　Just　one　more　time　in　Constance　Billard　School　for　

Girls　Magrelas　and　neurotic；　where　（thank　God）　does　not　fit　into　anything；　and　she　was　free；　

free；　free！　
Dan　released　a　long　whiff。　I　did　not　know　with　what　Vanessa　was　concerned。　The　films　were　

brios　it；　but　it　was　that　made　it　bright。　I　had　as　Univerdidad　of　New　York　did　not　accept　

it。　
…If　anyone　has　to　worry；　that　somebody　is　me　…　he　said；　his　hands　trembling　with　nervous　

again。　
…How　so？　…　Vanessa　asked。　…　A　university　with　a　decent　program　deliteratura　means　you　have　

to　kill。　
…Yeah；　but　I　speak　of　dombrio；　My　poems　are　even　。。。　…　Dan　stopped。　The　poems　were　his　

personal；　were　what　they　were。　And　it　seemed　weird　to　have　a　lot　of　them　an　official　

admission　in　any　of　Columbia；　or　Brown；　or　Vassar；　as　if　his　soul　desnudando　and　a　plete　

stranger　could　not　have　read　the　works　of　Goethe；　Sartre　and　Camus　and　not　understand　your　

references　oblique　to　them。　
…Did　you　know　that　you　can　even　try　to　publish　their　stuff？　…　Vanessa　suggested。　…That　would　

leave　the　staff　of　the　university's　admission　pletely　convinced　about　you。　
Dan　put　the　cigarette　end　of　empty　cigarette　in　a　can　of　Coca…Cola。　
…Yeah；　okay　…　he　said。　He　liked　to　write；　but　no　way　is　ready　to　send　your　stuff　to　a　

publisher。　Not　even　find　your　voice　yet。　He　knew　that。　Each　new　poem　that　I　wrote　seemed　

different　from　the　older。　
Vanessa　is　seated　again。　
…What？　I'm　talking　sério。Você　should　do　that。　
Dan　adunfou　further　in　blankets。　
…Whatever　…　he　muttered　without　enthusiasm。　I　was　not　ready　for　sex　and　not　estavapronto　to　

be　published。　Now　she　felt　even　more　inadequate。　
Vanessa　knew　that　when　I　was　back　Horadada。　She　breathed　fund　and　channeled　his　inner　

kitten；　one　that　just　came　out　of　his　corner　in　hot　heater　when　Dan　needed　a　strong　kiss　on　

his　cute　face。　
She　deslizou　covered　under　the　breast　and　kissed　him。　
…One　more　week　and　we　can　spend　all　the　time　so　the　holidays　…　she　muttered。　
Unlike　most　members　of　the　class　at　Constance　Billard　and　Riverside　Prep；　or　Vanessa　or　Dan　

would　have　a　glamorous　travel　holidays　of　Christmas。　Vanessa　lived　with　older　sister；　a　

bassist；　Ruby；　in　an　apartment　in　Williamsburg；　in　Brooklyn。　Parents　of　them　were　artists　of　

the　future；　always　lived　in　Vermont　and　spent　the　Christmas　on　a　tour　with　his　troupe　

perfotmática。　Dan　and　sister　Jenny；　lived　with　her　father；　Rufus；　a　munist　writer　and　

editor；　beat　poets　known　anything；　not　believed　in　Christmas；　Hanukkah　or　in；　or　in　any　

other　holy　days；　indeed。　
…Daddy　will　make　his　annual　lasagna　on　Thursday　…　and　Dan　went　back　in　the　hands　of　Vanessa；　

allowing　them　to　relax　again。　He　loved　the　softness　and　firmness　of　her　back；　which　were　not　

full　of　ribs　as　him。　…　Are　you　ing；　right？　
She　gave　the　shoulders。
…Sure。　But　tell　your　father　that　I　will　not　eat　like　a　pig　as　did　last　year。　It　is　another　

thing　that　I　am　giving　a　time。　I　lost　three　kilos。　
Dan　continued　afagando　the　back　of　Vanessa。　
…Why？　…　He　asked。　Vanessa　did　not　need　to　diet。　The　body　of　it　was　exactly　as　she　described　

in　one　of　his　poems：　as　water。　
…Because　my　clothes　are　better　if　I　do　fall。　…　Vanessa　was　not　interested　in　being　magrela；　

as　the　majority　of　colleagues　in　class；　but　not　like　when　it　had　to　shrink　the　belly　button　

to　your　pants。　
…Well；　I　like　you　as　you　are　…　Dan　said；　and　the　nose　in　her　ear。　
Vanessa　turned　her　head　to　him　and　his　lips　met　in　a　long；　sweet　kiss。　While　kissing；　she　

could　not　stop　thinking　about　sex　with　Dan　could　be　much　more　significant　than　had　been　with　

Clark。　At　least　Dan　was　ready。　
…I　love　you　…　she　whispered；　closing　the　it。　Vanessa　thought　for　some　time　to　ask　again　if　

he　wanted　to　try　sex；　but　would　not　estegar　the　moment。　Only　had　to　wait　until　he　was　ready；　

but　with　Dan　it　could　mean　waiting　until　they　were　married　or　something。　
So　it　seems　they　no　longer　acted　as　if　they　were　not　married。　Excuse　me；　I　will　yawn。　
J　regret　to　participate　if　the　party　

In　the　backseat　of　the　limo　Flow；　Blair　felt　squeezed　by　peituda　of　Jenny　Humphrey　

desengo？ado　and　the　friend　of　Aaron；　Miles；　the　drummer　spindly。　On　the　other　side　of　them　

was　in　the　lap　of　Serena　Flow　…　〃To　make　room　for　others；〃　she　said　…　and　Nate　press　in　the　

window；　getting　stoned。　He　also　was　based　for　the　past　Kati；　Elizabeth　and　Chuck；　which　was　

even　more　irritating　than　stoned　drunk。　Aaron　was　sitting　cross…legged　on　the　floor；　between　

the　two　rear　seats；　smoking　a　cigarette　of　their　Natural　playing　PlayStation　2's　limo。　
…　What　is　your　real　name　indeed？　…　Serena　asked　the　Flow；　but　already　knew；　for　a　program　of　

MTV；　that　his　name　was　Julian　prosper。　Indeed　it　is　a　name　much　better　than　Flow；　but　would　

not　say　it　to　him。　
He　gave　his　famous　risinho　of　shy　guy　caught　in　the　covers　Spins；　Rolling　Stone；　

Entertainment　Weekly　and　Interview　and　shook　his　head。　
…　It　is　not　so　important　
…　Well；　you　is　not　so　beautiful　person　…　she　said　turning　her　head　to　the　other　side　with　a　

wicked　smile。　
She　was　lying；　of　course。　He　was　at　least　ten　times　more　beautiful　than　the　pictures；　if　

that　is　possible。　
Serena　knew　he　was　flirting　in　a　ridiculous；　but　she　loved　how　the　dark…brown　hair　is　wound　

in　the　Flow　of　temples；　the　skin　a　golden　bronze　and　his　fingers　seemed　delicate。　Why　not　

get　the　guy？　It　was　only　for　one　night。　Tomorrow　Flow　would　return　to　Los　Angeles；　or　

wherever　they　lived；　and　she　finally　begin　to　look　for　evidence。　All　that　she　wanted　was　a　

little　fun。　
All　that　Serena　wanted　was　a　little　fun　all　the　time。　
Flow　back；　pretending　to　be　ashamed　of　their　good　looks。　
…　Sorry。　I　think　I　am　not　so　high　as　well。　He　bent　forward　and　opened　the　Sub…Zero　

refrigerator　bottom　of　your　bank。　
…　Hey；　you　drink　here。　Someone　there　is