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Madame　Rogers；　anyway。

　So　she　designed　a　high…heeled　botinha　margin　in　terms　of　evidence　and

looked　for　Mr。

　Beckham　again。

　He　was　still　looking　for　her；　his　face　a　shade　of　thick

reddish…purple。

　What　he　was　doing？　Up　to　the　murder　of　her　or　wonder　how　Blair　would　be　of

panties？　She　turned　eyes；　disgusted。

He　looked　at　the　clock　Cartier　platinum。

　Another　hell　of　an　hour　ahead。

　Next　question。

Two　floors　below　Blair；　in　the　auditorium　of　the　Constance　Billard　School；　Serena　was

ralando　with　proof　of　American　history。

No。

　Serena　was　not　exactly　the　type　that　ralava。

She　had　already　counted　the　number　of　tips　on　his　tail…of…horse　…　nine　…　and　had　answered

the　question　about　the　English　involvement　in　the　Second　World　War　with　a　very　short　essay

about　how　during　the　war　there　were　shortages　of　everything　and　the　British　had　to　open　hand

of　nylon　socks　because　there　was　not　available。

　Instead；　these　courageous　women；　aware　of

the　fashion　industry　and　painting　lines　on　the　back　of　the　leg　to　give　the　impression　that

they　were　wearing　stockings。

Serena　sighed。

　Then　a　girl　probably　spent　a　night　with　a　guy　and　not　have　your　picture

filling　all　the　gossip　pages　of　the　next　day。

　Photos　of　Serena　and　Flow　in　Gorgona　appeared

on　the　Post；　in　Entertainment　Weekly；　the　People；　the　Womens　Wear　Daily　and　on　countless

Web　pages；　all　calling　both　〃the　new　couple　it。

That　was　ridiculous。

　She　gave　a　kiss…off　in　Flow　amanhecia　on　the　sidewalk　when　the　bar　of

the　Tribeca　Star　Hotel　on　Sunday；　and　he　went　out　to　catch　a　private　plane　to　Baja；　where

they　would　redo　some　of　the　scenes　clip　for　the　new　music　from　45；

Life　of　Krim；　before　leaving　for　Christmas。

　He　was　incredibly　sweet　and　the　two　had　a　great

night；　but　they　definitely　were　not　a　couple。