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Miss appalling. Glos.
What a waste to have legs so good for a woman older and have
absolutely no taste in shoes.
She sat on hard wooden chair across the table from Ms. Glos.
- I read his essay. A Srta. Glos crawl the stack of folders
on the table until it was scheduled to meet with Waldorf. Then pucker the lips thin
and has a dab of light on the nose with a tissue.
The Miss. Glos nose bleeds and had always believed that it
had a rare disease. All the girls were afraid to touch what she gave them.
Blair raised the eyebrows dark and well delineated.
- E?
The Miss. Glos looked at her. His hair color is the mouse
encrespavam below, roçando the chin. It was exactly like when Blair and the way it was
obviously a wig.
- I think it is better to make another attempt is really is
serious when he says he wants to go to Yale. Blair took a minute to register what the guide
said.
- But ...
The Miss. Glos opened the folder and the Blair pointed to
the inside pages with a talon and a yellow disgusting.
- This is a perfectly adequate testing on the life of Audrey
Hepburn - she began. - But it says nothing about you. You need to show Yale you can write
well, who can think in a creative way and can give an extraordinary response to a
common question. - She returned the test to Blair.
Blair held the six pages stapled between the thumb and
forefinger, the temples latejando.
Died of willingness to tell the lady. Glos to fuck and buy a
new wig while there was, but she knew that the university was very good guidance in their
work. And if someone could help her to come at Yale, that someone was a lady. Glos.
- OK - she said, concisely. - I will try again.
- Good girl. Do not be so literary. Show them how much she loves the films of Audrey Hepburn instead of
talking them.
Blair seats and stood up. Ajeitou the skirt, trying to
maintain composure in front of an insult so outrageous, acting exactly as you would think
Audrey.
- Happy Christmas to you - said politely.
The Miss. Glos pull the handkerchief on the nose again and
smiled.
- Happy Christmas, Blair.
Blair pulled the door of salad guiding university to close
it and threw his essay contaminated trash in the corridor of metal with a sigh of
irritation. Would both have fun on the beach in St. Barts. Serena would have to turn myself
because Blair would have to spend the whole of the holiday fucking locked in a room
writing the test for Yale. She thought about writing Let me go, fuck! on a sheet of paper and send to the office
of admission to Yale, but considering the fact that the interviewer told the whole
story of his life and then kissed,
this may not be a good idea.
She climbed the stairs that led to the fourth floor to get
your coat closet ski blue Marc Jacobs, runs up against Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates on the
stairs.
- As proof of the French? - Kati asked.
Chovido had this morning when she was going to school, and
her strawberry blond hair was completely crespo.
Kati Blair felt like a poodle that was struck by lightning.
She has to shoulder. “Idiot.”
Departed the hair of the face with a shaken impatient. I was
so sick of talking about school and notes and evidence of advanced courses that thought I could puke.
- I am sure that she was well - said Blair loyally. Serena
never studied and was not in class for advanced studies, but she always managed to do
well enough to attend the class and write articles half decent. She was intelligent - all the
girls were Constance - but the teachers complained of her if she did not use the full
potential since he was in second grade. Well basically, Blair savor the fact that Serena is
so little academic. It would be totally impossible if they are friends Serena was beautiful
like that and then only bear A.
- Hey, which rolled between you and that guy, Miles? asked
Isabel.
She could not believe those two. The last time we turn Kati
and Isabel, they had passed out drunk in the backseat of a limo and the Blair
What a waste to have legs so good for a woman older and have
absolutely no taste in shoes.
She sat on hard wooden chair across the table from Ms. Glos.
- I read his essay. A Srta. Glos crawl the stack of folders
on the table until it was scheduled to meet with Waldorf. Then pucker the lips thin
and has a dab of light on the nose with a tissue.
The Miss. Glos nose bleeds and had always believed that it
had a rare disease. All the girls were afraid to touch what she gave them.
Blair raised the eyebrows dark and well delineated.
- E?
The Miss. Glos looked at her. His hair color is the mouse
encrespavam below, roçando the chin. It was exactly like when Blair and the way it was
obviously a wig.
- I think it is better to make another attempt is really is
serious when he says he wants to go to Yale. Blair took a minute to register what the guide
said.
- But ...
The Miss. Glos opened the folder and the Blair pointed to
the inside pages with a talon and a yellow disgusting.
- This is a perfectly adequate testing on the life of Audrey
Hepburn - she began. - But it says nothing about you. You need to show Yale you can write
well, who can think in a creative way and can give an extraordinary response to a
common question. - She returned the test to Blair.
Blair held the six pages stapled between the thumb and
forefinger, the temples latejando.
Died of willingness to tell the lady. Glos to fuck and buy a
new wig while there was, but she knew that the university was very good guidance in their
work. And if someone could help her to come at Yale, that someone was a lady. Glos.
- OK - she said, concisely. - I will try again.
- Good girl. Do not be so literary. Show them how much she loves the films of Audrey Hepburn instead of
talking them.
Blair seats and stood up. Ajeitou the skirt, trying to
maintain composure in front of an insult so outrageous, acting exactly as you would think
Audrey.
- Happy Christmas to you - said politely.
The Miss. Glos pull the handkerchief on the nose again and
smiled.
- Happy Christmas, Blair.
Blair pulled the door of salad guiding university to close
it and threw his essay contaminated trash in the corridor of metal with a sigh of
irritation. Would both have fun on the beach in St. Barts. Serena would have to turn myself
because Blair would have to spend the whole of the holiday fucking locked in a room
writing the test for Yale. She thought about writing Let me go, fuck! on a sheet of paper and send to the office
of admission to Yale, but considering the fact that the interviewer told the whole
story of his life and then kissed,
this may not be a good idea.
She climbed the stairs that led to the fourth floor to get
your coat closet ski blue Marc Jacobs, runs up against Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates on the
stairs.
- As proof of the French? - Kati asked.
Chovido had this morning when she was going to school, and
her strawberry blond hair was completely crespo.
Kati Blair felt like a poodle that was struck by lightning.
She has to shoulder. “Idiot.”
Departed the hair of the face with a shaken impatient. I was
so sick of talking about school and notes and evidence of advanced courses that thought I could puke.
- I am sure that she was well - said Blair loyally. Serena
never studied and was not in class for advanced studies, but she always managed to do
well enough to attend the class and write articles half decent. She was intelligent - all the
girls were Constance - but the teachers complained of her if she did not use the full
potential since he was in second grade. Well basically, Blair savor the fact that Serena is
so little academic. It would be totally impossible if they are friends Serena was beautiful
like that and then only bear A.
- Hey, which rolled between you and that guy, Miles? asked
Isabel.
She could not believe those two. The last time we turn Kati
and Isabel, they had passed out drunk in the backseat of a limo and the Blair
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