第一小说网

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Poor　Nate；　arrested　in　Maine　full　of　snow　and　cold。　Yesterday　was　Christmas；　and　he　probably

spent　all　day　watching　old　movies　with　parents；　from　time　to　time　looking　at　the　snow　and

wondering　when　it　would　hear　her　voice　again。　Jenny　is　not　mattered　not　to　talk　to　him　on

the　phone　…　this　forced　separation　was　only　letting　his　love　much　stronger　…　but　still　had

to　do　something　to　show　that　Nate　loved　and　believed　in　him　but　as　ever。　And　that　is　why　she

decided　to　send　a　package　of　memories　for　him。

First　she　found　an　old　box　of　Nike　shoes；　she　took　the　sheet　of　tin。　Then　put　a　copy　in

booklet　of　Romeo　and　Juliet；　from　Shakespeare；　in　the　box。　The　suffering　of　the　tragic

lovers　in　the　play　was　very　similar　to　them：　they　were　deeply　in　love　and　were　forbidden　to

see；　and　yet　won　the　love　at　the　end。　It　is　clear　that　she　and　Nate　would　not　die；　as　Romeo

and　Juliet。　They　casariam；　would　have　a　large　family　and　grandchildren　to　tell　stories　about

how　they　met　in　the　park　on　a　sunny　day　of　autumn　when　the　forces　of　the　universe　were

perfectly　aligned。

Then　Jenny　added　a　package　of　two　tin　of　blueberry　Pop…Tarts　to　the　box。　They　were　his

favorite　food；　but　rarely　ate；　because　I　had　too　much　calories　and　no　nutritional　value。　But

she　liked　the　idea　of　eating　something　that　Nate　loved　her　and　miss　her。

Jenny　then　put　a　picture　of　her　that　Dan　had　taken　the　previous　summer。　She　wore　a

sleeveless　yellow　dress　and　was　standing　on　the　edge　of　a　pool　of　a　hotel　in　Hershey；

Pennsylvania；　where　the　Rufus　had　taken　to　spend　a　weekend。　Jenny　liked　were　brilliant　with

their　hair　in　the　photo；　and　how　the　arms　bronzeados　cover　the　sides　of　the　breasts　in　a　way

that　could　not　be　said　that　were　so　large。

Then　she　put　the　program　to　break　the　nuts　he　had　saved。　Jenny　wanted　Nate　knew　that；

starting　with　The　Break　walnuts；　that　day　was　the　most　wonderful　of　her　life；　the　day　that

they　said　they　loved　it。

Finally　she　cut　a　fuse　of　thick　hair；　tied　with　a　red　ribbon　and　placed　inside　the　box。

Seemed　a　little　strange　with　all　the　other　things；　as　a　memento　of　a　dead　or　something；　but

she　wanted　Nate　felt　that　she　was　well　next　to　it　and　this　seemed　the　best　way。

With　the　increase　of　the　fuse　of　hair；　a　box　of　memories　seemed　plete。　Then　she　closed

the　box　and　held　the　lid　with　adhesive　tape。　After　the　embrulhou　with　pages　of　magazines　for

teenagers　who　were　spread　throughout　the　room；　careful　not　to　include　any　page　with　ads　for

absorbent　constraining　intimate；　contraceptive　pills　or　drugs　for　mycoses。　Finally　she

pasted　a　Post…it　yellow　and　carefully　wrote　the　address　of　Nate　in　Maine；　which　she　had

placed　on　the　agenda　with　the　addresses　of　all　other　houses　of　his　family　in　Montauk；　Nice；

Barbados　and　St。　Anton；