that was never cleaned； and he hoped that the room it was more so。 But Jenny hated the
smooth walls of a grimy white； the ceiling cracked； the surface of bare wood and the old
white sheets； and it was a good artist。 So； in recent months； she began painting；
particularly portraits； and his favorite subject； of course；
Nate was。 There were six of them in total； each made in the style of a different artist。
There was the Nate of Monet； the impressionist style； and Nate of Picasso； with eyes on the
feet； and Nate of Dalí； dripping a puddle on the sidewalk； and Nate of Warhol； with electric
green eyes and hair in； gold； Nate of Pollock； with the ink respingada in the form of a
head； and Nate of Changall； with the head of Nate flying at night sky。
… You like？ … Jenny asked full of hope。 _ I'm trying to copy all the different styles。 The
Pollock is one of the most difficult。
Nate looked gaping the paintings on the wall。 Pollock did not know what was； not recognized
any of the styles of other artists who use Jenny； but he recognized six times and that was
enough to make it stop。
…So it is that I spent most of the time…Jenny explained cheerfully。 Nate was so lovely
talking to her father that she was even more in love with him。 Courageously； she stood
tiptoe and put their hands on his shoulders。 …I kind of wanted to kiss you all night …
sussurou it with the voice rouxa； Nate was hard； but not the way you think。
Yes normally such moves would make a beautiful erection； but Nate had just had a very clear
framework for moving Jenny hours alone in a room painting those retartos good； but extremely
strange； him。
The case was that he h