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put another cigarette between the lips and risk a match; trying to light it。
Continued
trying without any luck and finally dropped the match with a sigh mad。
Nate opened the Zippo and extended it to her; but the Blair ignored。
… What is the problem? … Asked him; although the absolute certainty of the response。
Blair narrowed eyes at him; lit a cigarette still hanging in the mouth。
He was not the
protagonist。
He already was。
And there were so many promising stars … that you needed him?
… You are another reason why I was anxious to enter the college。
… I just want to light up your cigar … Nate replied without much conviction。
… OK … Nate Blair lit a cigarette and inhale deeply。
After a torrent of smoke blew in his
face。
… Now you can fuck。
Nate wrinkle the forehead and closed his Zippo; extinguishing the flame。
Blair always
exaggerated。
Near them; people began to sing; 〃Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
〃
… Blair? … Nate took a step forward。
All you had to do was kiss it and make up; and
everything back to normal again。
Like old times。
But Blair broke; dropping the cigarette feet of Nate; the tail…of…brown horse while swinging
between omoplatas went to the sliding glass door that led to the deck。
It was nearly
midnight and I had something better to do than kiss another Mané。
s win a serenade
Serena had danced so much that he felt like he had run a marathon。
The mouth was dry; doíam
legs and arms pendiam loose side。
Someone had cuspido drink in your hair; but she was not
called。