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three　years　before。　She　would　not　ruin　things；　now　they　were　finally　together。

Dan　lit　another　cigarette。　Hands　tremiam　him　as　ever。

Vanessa　the　cutucou　again。

…Hey；　there　is　not　so　worried。　For　me；　all　right　that　has　not　rolled。　Okay？

He　seats。　Vanessa　took　his　hand　and　put　the　arm　of　Dan　around　his　shoulders。　They　returned

to　lie　in　bed　and　Dan　blew　the　smoke　into　the　role　of　Chinese　red　lantern　while　gently

afagava　the　bald　head　of　Vanessa　with　the　thumb。　I　was　fortunate　to　not　have　to　explain

both。　It　was　what　was　cool　in　dating　the　best　friend。　She　knew　him　almost　better　than　he

knew　himself。

The　two　were　lying　there　for　some　time；　watching　the　smoke　of　cigarette　Dan　float　in　the

air。　That　was　another　thing　to　be　legal　with　the　best　friend。　Not　when　you　have　to　talk。

…Once　you　start　the　holidays；　I　run　one　more　film。　Vanesa…broke　the　silence。　…　I　think　that

my　War　and　peace　may　be　too　dark　to　send　to　the　University　of　New　York。

The　latest　film　by　Vanessa　was　adapted　from　a　scene　of　war　and　peace；　Tolstoy；　and　brought

as　a　princepe　Dan　Andrei　addicted　to　crack。　Vanessa　had　applied　to　the　University　of　New

York　and　wanted　to　send　one　of　his　movies　instead　of　writing　an　essay；　because　it　wanted　to

form　in　cinema。　She　could　barely　wait。　Just　one　more　time　in　Constance　Billard　School　for

Girls　Magrelas　and　neurotic；　where　（thank　God）　does　not　fit　into　anything；　and　she　was　free；

free；　free！

Dan　released　a　long　whiff。　I　did　not　know　with　what　Vanessa　was　concerned。　The　films　were

brios　it；　but　it　was　that　made　it　bright。　I　had　as　Univerdidad　of　New　York　did　not　accept

it。

…If　anyone　has　to　worry；　that　somebody　is　me　…　he　said；　his　hands　trembling　with　nervous

again。

…How　so？　…　Vanessa　asked。　…　A　university　with　a　decent　program　deliteratura　means　you　have

to　kill。

…Yeah；　but　I　speak　of　dombrio；　My　poems　are　even　。。。　…　Dan　stopped。　The　poems　were　his

personal；　were　what　they　were。　And　it　seemed　weird　to　have　a　lot　of　them　an　official

admission　in　any　of　Columbia；　or　Brown；　or　Vassar；　as　if　his　soul　desnudando　and　a　plete

stranger　could　not　have　read　the　works　of　Goethe；　Sartre　and　Camus　and　not　understand　your

references　oblique　to　them。

…Did　you　know　that　you　can　even　try　to　publish　their　stuff？　…　Vanessa　suggested。　…That　would

leave　the　staff　of　the　universitys　admission　pletely　convinced　about　you。

Dan　put　the　cigarette　end　of　empty　cigarette　in　a　can　of　Coca…Cola。

…Yeah；　okay　…　he　said。　He　liked　to　write；　but　no　way　is　ready　to　send　your　stuff　to　a

publisher。　Not　even　find　your　voice　yet。　He　knew　that。　Each　new　poem　that　I　wrote　seemed

different　from　the　older。

Vanessa　is　seated　again。

…What？　Im　talking　sério。Você　should　do　that。

Dan　adunfou　further　in　blankets。