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You know those religious fanatics who are in the car stickers that say: "What would Jesus?" Well, Blair had a look that said: "What would Audrey do?" Not that she had something wrong against Miles. He was not a tallowy Armani and wore beautiful clothes. He was nice and was a friend of Aaron, who was also a nice guy, but if she could choose, would not have any half-brother. Blair should have felt flattered with the attention of Miles, and maybe you feel if you were in the mood for shame on man. But the reality was that one of the afternoon, squeezed in the economic class of a small plane and bum, with the computer in the neck and hair-tail of a dirty-horse, she was not willing to paquerar anyone. - Excuse me, miss, be interested in a copy of Vogue brtanica? - Asked the flight attendant in first class. He seemed a Pierce Brosnan newest and tallest, and if it were not using a uniform United Arlin, which could well be a cat. Blair picked up the magazine. Realized that the flight attendant was not going to review all the economy class, alone. - I can serve you a drink? Champagne? - Offered him with a twinkling. Blair left the magazine on the floor. Was not for him to see that she was busy? - No, thanks, she replied. Miles delivered the empty glass of vodka with orange juice to the Commissioner. - I'll have another such. The flight attendant took the glass, looking angry because Blair had specifically asked if she wanted something and would now have to pay the waiter for the arrogant teenager sitting next to her. Miles returned to move the tip of the hair of Blair. - It will not read the magazine? Blair wanted to tell him to put the magazine at the tail of his Armani, but she knew that in this situation Audrey remain calm and continue to do what it was doing in the hope that the impertinent understand the hint and left in peace. She turned its attention to the test. What he meant was that Audrey had all the qualities that Blair believed that a woman should have. Style, beauty, grace, intelligence, espirituosidade, courage and a certain mystery which formed with the men fall for her. But Blair was not stupid. I could not say in its proposal for Yale that the reason to admire Audrey Hepbrun was qe she was irresistible to men, especially after Blair had kissed the interviewer. The Miss. Glos said it was not to be too literary. Blair put his fingers on the keyboard and began typing again, letting the words fluíssem, without which the plan would mean. Sometimes I dream that I am Audrey Hepburn. Snto me lighter and more pure, and even talk to her elegant accent. Audrey made everything look easy. She never had evidence of advanced studies, nor had to rewrite a test for a proposal for a stupid university. Never had to leave on vacation with her mother and stepfather with the fat and irritating, and with the annoying and excitadinho friend's half-brother. Her boyfriend never switched to a girl of ten years. If they had problems, she kept the same for you and dealt with them alone, instead of counting everyone in the world, including the interviewer from Yale. When I am in Audrey feel I can dominate the world. Blair releu what he had written and then marked the entire paragraph and delete. When I'm a psycho Audrey Eu was more appropriate. "A beautiful day and ESA in the region, as we began our descent to St. Barts," the deep voice of the captain left the voice system of the plane. "I want to thank all take for flying with us today. Especially want to thank the beautiful brunette in 24B. Have great parties, and I hope they choose the United again when traveling." Twenty-four B. Blair looked at the small label on the roof. It was the place of it. She imagined that the pilot was on top of it or he did? Miles was still afagando the hair of her. The flight attendant returned with the drink of Miles and a glass of champagne for Blair, said that although she had not wanted. - With the compliments of the pilot, said the flight attendant with a malicious smile. Blair felt like Mia Farrow in Alice, the film by Woody Allen that Mr. Beckham did not see the class once, but twice. In the film, Alice's mother-obtusa that Park Avenue, it was a strange place in Chinatown, where they ate weeds interesting Chinese men made it attracted flies. As never refuse a drink when it is extended, Blair took a glass of champagne and closed his laptop, put it in the Louis Vuitton folder and put under the front seat. The plane was starting to fall, and outside of the window the warm Caribbean Sea glowed promising. Blair turned the ruby ring on his finger repeatedly, anxious to put the new Gucci black bikini and go to the beach, get away from everything and everyone. Aaron opened his eyes and straight is the seat, blocking your view. He smiled at her. - Ended his essay? - Fuck you, Blair replied. d is ready or not - More curry! - Rufus Humphrey growl for tomato sauce after you prove it .- More rum! - It was Friday afternoon and their annual holiday spree should begin in an hour. - But, Dad, the lasagna should not be Italian? - Argued Dan His father stressed the bastas gray eyebrows and cleaned their hands in the sauce shirt SAVE THE COMMIES! white and dirty. - When did you become miser? - He waved a spoon to stick his head above the .- There are no rules, only possibilities! Dan has to shoulder and put some dark glasses of rum in the sauce. Not all that surprised when the delirious with lasagne father. After a few bites, were a complete drunk. - So, who is the guy who called his sister? - Rufus asked. He used words such as face to mock the way Dan and Jenny spoke. It was totally annoying. His name is Nate said Da-abstractedly .- It is very cool-he added, but had great certainty that the father desprezaria Nate, who wore polo shirt and had a haircut expensive. Wore leather shoes and belt, and in general was so stoned he could not have a conversation without erupt in a giggle mules in the middle of it. But the not bother to explain that if the father. I was too distracted by the fact that Vanessa would come to qualuqer minute and he almost be convinced to say that she wanted sex. - Well, let's hope that Nate likes of Lasagne Punjabi-gracejou Rufus, chianti filling the giant mug of coffee Mets. The doorbell rang and Rufus w............