669小说网

第6部分（第3页）

about　someone。

The　next　question　was：　Imaginez　quun　djinn　appears　sur　votre　épaule　pour　vous　dire　quil

vous　a　accordera　seul　want。　Quel　serait　votre　want？

Blair　batucou　the　number　two　pencils　on　the　table　of　wood。　What　would　she　ask？　She　wanted　to

get　into　Yale；　is　obvious。　And　wanted　her　mother　and　Cyrus　were　on　honeymoon　forever　for　it

to　not　have　to　live　with　them　or　see　them　if　passionate　kissing　in　public　all　the　time。　She

wanted　Nate　is　changed　to　the　Antarctic　to　never　have　to　touch　him　or　that　his　girlfriend。

She　also　wanted　a　pair　of　very　leather　boots　with　caramel　jump　10　mosey；　only　had　not　yet

found　the　right　pair。　And　a　sheep…jacket。　And　one　of　fox　fur　hat　with　ears　coverage。

She　does　not　really　care　who　the　father　was　gay；　but　he　wanted　to　find　a　boyfriend　to　live

in　New　York　rather　than　in　France；　so　that　he　could　take　her　to　shop　more　often。　And　Serena

wanted　to　be　the　class　of　advanced　French　to　close　that　they　feel　during　the　race　tickets

and　go　crazy　on　all　the　stories　that　newspapers　today　count　on　Serena　and　Flow。　It　also

means　that　he　wanted　her　and　Nate　had　followed　in　front　and　back　when　they　were　together　so

it　was　not　more　virgin。　And　it　means　that　I　have　not　been　agreed　to　so　late　on　Saturday　with

Miles；　Flow　and　Serena；　because　it　was　still　half　of　hangover。　Moreover；　Miles　had　called

her　twice　yesterday　and　left　messages　on　the　answering　machine；　although　she　had　given　to

him　specifically　a　false　number　to　never　hear　about　it。　Until　now　was　thinking　about

resuming　the　links。

Saturday　night　was　fun；　but　the　last　thing　they　needed　now　was　a　new　boyfriend。

Mr。　Beckham　gave　a　noisy　hawk；　Blair　raised　his　eyes　and　sees　the　evidence。　He　had　yellow

hair。　No　yellow　of　blond；　but　yellow　mucus　as　a　serious　patient。　The　eyes　of　both　were　found

and　Mr。　Beckham　did　something　strange：　it　was　red。

Excusez…moi？

Blair　distracted　eyes；　scared。　Balan？aram　his　feet　nervously　as　she　looked　the　question。

Vous　avez　une　desire。　What　desirez　vous？

She　wanted　very　professorzinho　film　that　she　hated　the　thought　of　not　the　impression　that　it

was　in　order。　I　wanted　to　be　on　the　beach　right　now；　instead　of　freezing　your　butt　in　a

classroom　barely　heated。　I　have　taken　the　breakfast　because　it　was　dead　from　hunger。　Id

like　a　lot　of　things；　but　could　only　answer　one。

Blair　said　he　wanted　to　go　to　Yale；　but　seemed　totally　redundant　for　a　trainee　secondary　say

that　I　go　to　a　university；　but　it　was　better　than　reveal　some　juicy　personal　details　to

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