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and　she　was　standing　at　the　window　of　his　village；　looking　forward　the　deck　on　the　beach　of

white　sand　and　turquoise　sea　beyond。

…　But　Flow　and　Miles？　…　Blair　reasons　while　hitting　the　folder　Toms　of　Maine　in　even

electric　tooth　brush。　…I　thought　we　were　in　hiding。　…　Blair　thought　he　was　hiding　in　the

village　with　Serena　would　give　her　time　to　work　on　test　for　Yale；　but　since　then　only　what

they　did　was　drink　cups　of　rum　punch　high　with　slices　of　orange；　maraschino　cherries　and

paper　umbrellas；　playing　bridge　and　paint　the　nails　of　one　another　in　pink。　It　was　time　to

pause　in　your　iBook。

Serena　had　other　ideas。　A　whole　night　and　half　a　morning　stuck　doing　nothing　had　its　limits。

…　Go　to　the　beach　…　she　announced；　pulling　a　short　short　Miu　Miu　on　the　panties　of　her　white

bikini。　…　And　if　someone　wants　to　talk　with　us；　will　have　to　talk　about　this　here　…　she

walked　by　the　room　and　departed　the　small　triangles　of　white　bra　of　your　bikini；　showing　the

rapidly　Blair。

Blair　raised　the　eyebrows　and　then　returned　to　brush　their　teeth。　Spit　in　the　sink。

…　I　mean；　do　topless？　…　She　asked；　I　like　the　idea。

Serena　based；　playing　a　devilish　smile　on　his　face。

…　It　is　exactly　what　I　mean

Aaron；　Miles　and　Tyler　were　taking　a　lesson　from　windsurfing　to　a　few　meters　from　where

Blair　and　Serena　desdobraram　their　yellow　towels　in　the　sand　of　the　beach；　took　the　top　of

the　bikini　and　lie　back　with　naked　breasts　to　the　skies。

…　Argh　…　Tyler　said；　turning　back　is　not　to　have　to　see。

Miles　dropped　the　candle　and　fell　into　the　water。　Came　to　the　surface　and　shook　his　head　to

Aaron；　who　was　still　standing　on　the　board。

…　I　can　not　believe　you　can　live　with　that　…　he　said　with　envy。

The　candle　of　Aaron　was　soaked。　He　pulled　the　rope　with　force；　trying　to　lift　her　and　block

your　view　of　the　beach；　but　more　than　puxasse；　sailing　still　under　water。　Blair　probably

thought　that　was　doing　topless　European　and　sophisticated　like　that；　but　in　his　opinion　it

was

something　piranha。　Anyone　who　walk　through　there　could　see；　and　then；　at　dinner；　they　see

the　clothes　and　would　be　able　to　imagine　exactly　as　they　were　naked。　Think　about　the　left

half　silly。

The　instructor　of　windsurfing　rastafári　who　wore　Speedo；　Prinz；　walking　in　the　water　back　to

the　beach。

…　Let　me　give　a　hand　…　and　said　he　plunged；