heta　Nate　Jenny　was　pressing　to　do　things　she　was　not

ready　to　do；　but　Jenny　had　arrived　at　home　almost　an　hour　before　and　did　not　seem　upset　or

anything；　so　he　decided

not　touch　the　subject。

Vanessa　has　to　shoulder。　Nate　was　the　type　of　idiotinha　of　preparatory　school　who　lost　no

time；　but　she　did　not　want　to　hurt　the　feelings　of　Jenny　saying　that。

…　I　do　not　know　him　well；　but　all　the　girls　of　Constance　always　speak　of　him。　I　think　I　must

make　a　good　boyfriend。

Dan　seats。

…　Yeah。　…　That　was　the　way　to　put　the　decent　thing。

Jenny　wrinkle　the　forehead。

…　OK　…　she　said；　feeling　more　confused　than　ever。　…　I　think　I　take　a　bath。

She　closed　the　door　of　the　room　and　Dan　went　to　the　room。　He　gives　a　good　boyfriend；

repeated　to　herself。　What　the　hell　that　mean？　She　wanted　not　only　a　good　boyfriend。　She

wanted　what　Gustave　Klimt　had　captured　so　perfectly　in　the　kiss。　That　feeling　of　electric

radiant　and　hug…me…if…not…strong…I…sank　on　who　is　in　love。

Well；　not　all　is　what　we　want；　honey？

we　must　be　cruel　to　be　kind

At　the　time　the　limo　encostou　in　Gorgona；　the　new　nightclub　in　the　trendy　Lower　East　Side；

Kati；　Isabel　and　Chuck　slept　in　a　kind　of　twisted　monturo　of　hair；　scarves；　bags；　jackets

and　legs　in　the　backseat　of　the　limo。　Blair；　Serena；　Flow；

And　Aaron　Miles　were　on　the　sidewalk　looking　at　them。

…　Thank　God　…　said　Blair。　If　I　had　to　hear　Kati　or　Isabel　do　more　of　a　stupid　and　plates

seusentários　on　how　everything　seemed　purple　or　something；　she　would　scream。

…　They　seem　dolls　…　Serena　noted。

…　You　want　me　to　wake　up？　…　Miles　is　offered。

…　No！　…　The　two　girls　shouted　in　unison。

…　Hey；　M