gossip girl 3 英文-第30章

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liked　to　go　out　there　and　listen　to　the　static　car　instead　of　music。　
Jenny　knocked　on　the　door。　
…　Have　a　letter　for　you；　Mr。　total　recluse。　
Dan　dropped　the　pen　and　opened　the　door。　Jenny　was　wearing　a　robe　pink　and　had　a　mustache　of　

white　cream。　She　spent　an　envelope。　
…　What　is　it　in　your　face？　…　Asked　him；　getting　the　letter。　
…　I　depilando　…　she　said；　turning　up　and　following　the　corridor　to　the　bathroom。　
Do　not　know　what　that　means；　Dan　thought；　closing　the　door。　Jenny　was　spending　too　much　time　

stuck　at　home　reading　of　fashion　magazines；　but　bined　well　with　her　for　being　a　bitch。　
Dan　turned　the　thin　white　envelope　and　examined　the　address　of　the　sender。　It　was　the　New　

Yorker；　probably　offering　a　signature；　when　his　father　was　a　lifetime　subscriber。　He　opened　

and　deployed　a　sheet　of　paper　that　was　inside。　

Dear　Mr。　Humphrey；　
Thank　you　for　sending　your　poem；　〃Whores〃；　to　The　New　Yorker。　Our　congratulations！　I　am　

happy　to　inform　you　that　post　your　poem　in　our　edition　of　the　Valentine's　Day。　Fill；　if　your　

interest；　the　Author's　information　sheet　attached　to　this　so　we　can　include　aglumas　

information　about　you　on　our　colleagues。　A　check　for　　800　will　be　sent。　
Happy　New…Year！　

Jani　Price　
Publisher

That　was　a　joke；　〃said　Dan　He　releu　up　the　letter　twice　before　letting　it　fall　into　the　bed；　

the　whole　body　trembling　with　fear。　The　New　Yorker　rarely　published　poems　by　unknown　

authors；　and　Jani　Price　was　famous　for　sending　letters　of　rejection　unpleasant；　such　as。　

〃Good　try！〃　Or　〃Sorry；　Charlie。〃　Dan　reviewed　the　letter。　It　looked　authentic。　Then　read　the　

letter　again；　his　hands　still　shaking　madly　with　the　idea　that　a　stranger　…　and　even　more　so　

famous　in　the　literary　world　as　Jani　Price　…　had　read　his　poem。　
The　more　I　thought　about　it；　became　more　evident　that　the　only　person　who　could　have　sent　

the　poem　to　the　magazine　was　Vanessa。　As　if　it　had　not　already　caused　enough　damage。　What　

the　hell　…　not；　what　the　fuck　she　was　thinking？　
Dan　threw　the　letter　on　the　bed　and　took　a　dirty　shirt。　First　would　take　a　hot　bath　and　wear　

clothes　files。　
At　last！　
Then　went　straight　to　Brooklyn　to　make　a　hole　in　Vanessa。　As　she　dared　violate　his　work　

sending　it　to　someone　without　having　to　work　to　ask　him　first？　Who　thought　that　was　it；　

anyway？　Her　fairy　godmother　croppy　and　boots　to　fight？　
How　about　the　Bad　Good　Witch　of　the　East？　
Ruby　finally　had　recovered　a　Sony　digital　camera　and　Vanessa　was　sitting　on　the　puter；　

downloading　images　of　pendants　of　ice　and　placing　them　in　his　new　movie；　shortly　before　the　

passage　of　pigeons　empoleirados　on　a　garbage　truck。　She　had　already　deleted　from　the　film　

Nate　and　Jenny　in　the　snow　and　decided　to　leave　everything　behind　and　focus　on　new　movie。　

Besides　the　pigeons　empoleirados　in　the　trash；　a　bald…head　doll　and　went　caolha　a　torn　bag　

of　garbage。　It　was　sensational。　
A　box　of　instant　message　appeared　on　the　upper　right　corner　of　the　monitor　and　Vanessa　

clicked　it；　hoping　it　was　Dan　By　then　he　should　already　know　the　New　Yorker　and　maybe　I　was　

sending　a　message　to　thank　because　they　decided　to　publish　and　everything　was　forgiven。　But　

the　address　in　the　message　was　not　to　Dan　

KM10001：　ptm　is　vanessa　Abrams；　filmmaker？　
Gatacareca：　perhaps　
KM10001：　I　am　looking　for　the　person　who　filmed　those　kids　in　the　park。　work　with　the　camera　

is　unbelievable。　
Gatacareca：　really？　Who　says？　
KM10001：　Ken　Mogul。　Seahorse　did；　maybe　you've　seen。　then　I'm　talking　to　the　right　person？　
Gatacareca：　is。　
KM10001：　wow。　I　wanted　to　work　with　you　too。　I'm　finishing　a　film　now　that　I　have　to　Cannes。　

you　care？　
Gatacareca：　I'm　still　in　secondary。　but　I　care。　
KM10001：　legal。　I　can　see　you　somewhere？　type　today；　later？　I'm　in　NY。　
Gatacareca：　I　shoot　in　Central　Park　at　night　10　hours；　there。　I　find　there？　
KM10001：　great。　adorei　see　your　work。　I　see　you　there。　
Gatacareca：　bye。　

Vanessa　returned　to　edit　his　film　knowing　it　was　a　great　possibility　that　the　person　who　had　

talked　with　her　in　fact　be　one　of　the　friends　of　Nate　mauricinhos　who　were　now　opening　a　

hole　in　the　ice　of　the　lake　in　Central　Park　to　shoot　in　the　water　freezing　and　Vanessa　afogá　

it　because　of　the　link　that　was　circulating。　
Or　perhaps　it　was　actually　Ken　Mogul；　the　alternative　film；　one　of　his　heroes。　Laughed　loud。　

She　was　a　goofy　and　for　both　e…mail。　But　who　knows？　Everything　was　possible。　

Gossipgirl　
___________________________________________________________________
themes　/　previous　/　next　/　do　a　question　/　answer　

Warning：　all　the　real　names　of　places；　people　and　events　were　curtailed　to　protect　the　

innocent。　I　mean；　I　do。　

Hi；　guys！　

HOW　TO　HAVE　A　PARTY　FOR　NEW　YEAR…the　busiest　WORLD　

Two　tips：　

1）　Get　stuck　in　me。　I　know　where　is　the　movida。　

2）　Kiss　people。　The　midnight　today　is　the　time　throughout　the　year　in　which　you　have　an　open　

invitation　to　kiss　pletely　unknown　people　without　having　to　give　any　explanation。　So　go　

on！　

Your　email　

Q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；　
Okay；　so　I'm　not　a　big　fofoqueira　but　I　tell　you　in　that　I　am　still　here　in　St。　Barts。　You　

know　that　guy　who　was　with　B…M？　Well；　B；　after　leaving；　he　stayed　with　one　that　teaches　

French　and　they　went　water　skiing　muitotempo　together。　
…　Bean　

A：　Dude　bean；　
Thanks　for　the　information。　I　am　sorry　for　you　being　stuck　there　instead　of　being　here。　

Moreover；　you　should　gossip　more　often。　Let　your　skin　bright。　
…　GG　

Flagra　

The　walking　with　his　boxer　by　Park　Avenue。　I　imagine　that　he　has　returned　from　St。　Barts；　

even　with　the　friend　M　getting　there。　Flow　catching　a　plane　in　LA　for　the　Kennedy　Airport　in　

New　York　early　this　morning。　Oh；　yeah？　B　is　venturing　out　to　buy　a　house　for　hair　spray　

extragrande　Fréderic　Fekkai　at　Zitomer　Pharmacy　in　Madison。　It　seems　that　it　is　preparing　an　

extravagant　hairstyle　for　the　party　of　tonight。　I　am　dying　to　see。　I　am　dying　to　see　you　

all！　

The　only　party　that　is　worth　

If　you　have　not　received　one　of　these；　then　you　may　very　well　leave　the　city。　

There　is　a　Mané。　

e　celebrate　the　new　Year…me！　

Theme：　A　Night　in　Paradise　Very　Mad　

Where？　In　the　Ice　Castle；　West　19th　Street　

When？　Saturday　night；　DAA；　from　9　to　。。。　

Take　what？　You　and　your　friends　who　fit　in　the　elevator。　

See　you　there！　

…　Serena　

Our　life　is　better　than　the　FILMS　

If　our　life　was　a　movie　for　teenagers　bum；　convidaríamos　all　officials　of　the　admission　of　

all　the　universities　to　which　the　candidates　to　leave　us　and　cuidaríamos　so　much　fun　that　

they　would　let　us　decide。　But　our　life　is　better　than　the　movies　and　we　need　not　reach　that　

far　to　get　into　college。　Is　not　it？　

I　can　not　wait　to　see　who's　kissing　whom　at　midnight！　

For　you　who　love　me；　
gossip　girl　

j　away　from　home　

Jenny　had　scrapes；　epilator；　pliers；　esfoliado　and　hydrate　the　entire　body；　fucked　the　

nails；　dry　the　hair　and　makeup　applied　a　subtle　in　shades　of　bronze　and　other　according　to　a　

map　that　had　kept　the　magazine　Allure。　Then　put　the　thong　and　the　same　pair　of　black　velvet　

that　used　in　the　special　day　in　the　park；　with　a　tight　black　top　with　V…neck　and　wire　gold　

that　seemed　brega　the　hanger　but　it　was　great。　
According　to　her；　I　mean。　
Finally；　she　put　the　turquoise　pendant　that　Nate　and　had　a　pair　of　black　high…heeled　boots　

with　which　I　could　not　walk　right；　but　who　care　for　it？　They　were　six　hours；　and　the　last　

two　and　a　half　hours　she　tried　to　distract　seeing　Osbournes　reprise　of　triggering　off　slowly　

and　a　bag　of　Pepperidge　Farm　whole　of　cheddar　cheese；　while　maintaining　the　cell…blue　

metallic　nestled　on　the　lap。　But　now　they　were　eight　and　a　half　of　New　Year's　Eve；　and　Nate　

had　not　yet　connected。　
Jenny　was　so　concerned　with　preparing　the　body　for　the　night　and　wait　for　the　call　from　Nate　

not　understand　what　the　rest　of　the　family　was　doing。　She　turned　off　the　TV　and　went　to　the　

hall。　
The　door　was　ajar　for　Dan　and　she　opened　it　pletely。　The　puter　was　turned　off　and　

there　was　no　fire　lit　cigarettes　in　the　ashtray。　
…　Dan？　…　Called　it；　but　there　was　no　response。　
She　gave　a　half…turn　and　down　the　corridor　to　the　office　of　her　father。　The　door　was　open。　

Empty。　
…　Dad？　…　But；　again；　no　response。　
Traditionally；　on　the　eve　of　New　Year…；　Rufus　went　with　some　friends　for　a　marathon　of　

reading　poetry　in　a　cafe　in　Greenwich　Village。　It　seemed　that　he　had　already　left。　
Jenny　pressed　some　buttons　on　the　mobile　phone　and　immediately　dialed　the　number　of　Nate。　

The　messaging　system　responded　again。　
〃If　you're　trying　to　talk　to　。。。〃；　said　the　robot　voice　of　women。　
〃Nate；〃　said　Nate　with　their　voice。　
〃Please　dial　one　and　leave　a　message；　or　wait　for　the　signal；〃　continued　the　voice　of　

robotised　woman。　
…　I　am　again　…　piou　Jenny；　trying　to　lively　opinion。　…　I　think　you're　stuck　in　traffic　or　

something。　I　think　for　now　the　party　of　Serena。　Maybe　I　can　to　stop　the　taxi　in　his　home；　

and　I　inter。　Anyway；　hope　to　see　you　before　midnight！　All　right。　I　love　you。　Bye。　
Jenny　hung　up　and　went　to　the　room　to　grab　the　bag　and　coat。　And　if　she　was　not　offic