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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。

j　flouting　of　a　famous　rock　star

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　elevators　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。