sardine in economy class. -
But I have written the wrong number or something.
Blair continued with eyes on the computer screen. No, she
answered quietly. Is that I gave you the wrong number.
Miles extended his arm and passed by the fingers tips of
hair from Blair.
- I missed you - he whispered.
She looked at him without smiling, eyes and departed again,
asking yourself what Audrey Hepburn would do in this situation unpleasant.
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
brtânica? - 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
But I have written the wrong number or something.
Blair continued with eyes on the computer screen. No, she
answered quietly. Is that I gave you the wrong number.
Miles extended his arm and passed by the fingers tips of
hair from Blair.
- I missed you - he whispered.
She looked at him without smiling, eyes and departed again,
asking yourself what Audrey Hepburn would do in this situation unpleasant.
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
brtânica? - 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
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