三三言情小说

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to　deliver　University　of　New　York　as　part　of　its　proposal。

　Fuck　the　Page　Six。

　Would　document

the　real　life　that　rolava　in　the　city；　the　really　interesting　things　that　happen　right　under

the　nose　of　people　while　they　are　occupied　by　reading　the　Page　Six。

Primeiro；　she　wanted　to

wake　before　dawn　and　shot　the　fishermen　ing　to　the　port　to　deliver　the　fish　the　FIDH

Fulton　Market。

　The　smell　of　fish　on　sick　leave；　but　one　thing　was　perfect：　it　could　follow

the　journey　of　a　fish　from　the　boat　to　the　market；　which　would　be　sold　by　type　so；　65　cents

per　kilo；　and　some　of　the　uptown　restaurant　where　he　would　be　served　encrusted　of　pistachio

with　red　potatoes　and　wild　mushroom　butter　from　the　dish　for　　29。

　An　anorexic　twice

divorced　from　Park　Avenue　to　ask；　would　give　only　a　few　nibble　and　then　the　rest　of　the　dish

would　be　thrown　away。

It　was　exactly　the　kind　of　irony　that　Vanessa　loved：　a　bittersweet　irony。

　She　was

pessimistic　and　Dan　was　a　romantic；　and　she　could　not　understand　why　Dan　had　spun　so

disturbed　with　sex。

　For　her；　the　more　Dan　and　the　more　he　hoped　the　oversized　sex；　writing

poems　about　it　and　losing　sleep　for　concern；　most　were　for　the　disappointment。

　But　she　could

not　find　a　delicate　way　to　do　it　see　it　unless　it　and　tie　up　his　clothes　off。

　What　it　is　bad

idea。

Vanessa　smiled　to　herself　and　the　thoughts　turned　to　film。

After　the　fish　market　she　wanted　to　spend　the　day　with　one　of　those　strips　that　ciclicstas

always　cycling　in　pairs　by　the　Central　Park　and　that　never　seemed　to　connect　all　the　boys　in

Sheep　Meadow　were　doid？es　and　beer　bebessem　age　without　having　to　do　it。

　What　she　wanted　was

discovered　was　that　they　already　arrested　someone；　or　if　you　were　trying　to　tone　up　the

muscles　of　the　legs　with　all　those　headed。

　Indeed；　the　police　department　that　she　probably

would　not　film　the　police　on　a　bicycle　without　any　permission；　but　was　not　a　bad　idea　at

all。

Finally；　she　wanted