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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；　ro？ando　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　mon　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　e　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　posure　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